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my death

What's she up to

After more than ten years together, could I really be easily forgotten ? Would he even feel sad upon hearing of my death? I couldn't help but wonder after hearing the police officer's voice. Michael's face showed no sign of concern. He asked. "Is it just a wedding dress?" "Yes, for now it's just a wedding dress. But Ms Sandra might be in danger. We actually can't say it suicide, we actually think....... "Before the officer could finish his statement, Michael interrupted him. I don't know who reported this or is handling this case, but I know Sandra very well. She can't take her own life. There's no need to waste resources just to get my attention. She has done this before. "The officer was surprised. We are newly married, and Michael showed no sign of concern for my own safety. He ended the call before the officer could utter more words. A bitter laugh came out from me at the idea that Michael might still have feelings for his wife. Even with the police involved, he still didn't

I lost the baby

I glared at him with disdain. Did he remember what I said when I called him? I was asking for help. Why didn't he come to rescue me? And now he was acting like this panicking, was he trying to deceive?"It's impossible , it can't happen, Annabel immediately dismissed the suggestion." If Sandra had been murdered, there would be a motive. If it were about money, the killer would call us and ask for ransom, and if it were about jealousy, the killer would have destroyed the dress. " Exactly "Michael said." Didn't you find anything else? Like her phone, shoes, bag or any personal belongings? Or the weapon used or traces of blood? "Annabel concluded," I believe Sandra purposely removed the dress, used a sharp object to cut it, sprinkled her own blood on it before throwing it away for dramatic effect. "" That rebellious girl is usually outrageous. It was already bad enough when she used petty things and games to seek my attention, but now she's taking it too far, even to the extent of

What's she hiding

I intended to cause them pain before dismissing myself from their lives and cutting ties with them completely.Everything seemed to be going as planned,but I hadn't anticipated that Michael would leave me at the wedding that early and that Annabel wouldn't be at the wedding.I had to hold on to my plan since it was unable to expose them on my wedding, waiting for another chance to expose them.But I never thought that I would die that night and become a phantom observer of their betrayal.I lost utterly and completely.How can I compete with the living,when I am dead?I couldn't win Michael's heart or seek vengeance for my child.in this relationship I was a big failure.I trailed behind Michael, watching as he didn't even bother to look for me his newly wedded wife.instead ,he went about his daily life,went to work as if my existence or my disappearance meant nothing to him.All those years I spent with him,all the love I have showed him were a very big mistake.I sincerely regretted ever

I hope you don't regret this

I was still lost in thought when the car stopped. I snapped back to reality and discovered we had arrived at the lake. Michael pulled over . Returning to the scene of the incident, a flood of emotions hit me. My heart was utterly broken, as I walked past the water that day. I remembered how I had begged Michael to come for my rescue, how he had thought I was playing games. Even though I hated him so much now, so many years of love isn't something you could just cut off like that. Him abandoning me at the wedding there was anger , but most importantly it was disappointing and heartbreaking. He finally chose my best friend over me. I could still see the exact spot where I fell last night, I bled a lot. "Aunty Samantha, when did you get back from your trip?". Michael askedI looked up and saw aunty Samantha standing beside the lake. Who would come out in such freezing weather just to feel the wind by the lake?. Her black suit made her look very cold, her face so flawless. One look fr

Another breathe

The darkness was not empty.That was the first thing I noticed — that the place I was seeing was not simply nothing. It had weight to it, a kind of thickness, like standing at the bottom of a very deep pool and looking up at the surface of the water far above you. I could see light up there,very distant, and I had the sense that if I wanted to reach it, I would have to want it badly enough to move.I did not know if I wanted to.I had died.I was certain of that. I had felt it happen — the slow lost of warmth, the moment when Michael's voice on the phone had stopped reaching me, the fireworks bursting in the cold sky above while I lay bleeding to death in a dark alley in my wedding dress.And yet here I was. Floating! Aware!Thinking!Is this what death is? I wondered. Just this — drifting forever in warm darkness, remembering everything you lost?The thought of it made something rise up inside me. Something hot and tight and furious.Anger! I had spent twenty-eight years of my

Walking into the city to finish it

By the second day, I had learned three things about the woman whose body I was living in.The first was that Vivian Salvatore was feared.I could tell by the way people entered the room. The doctors came in carefully, choosing their words because careless words had consequences around this woman. The nurses were calm and watchful. Even the hospital administrator who stopped by to personally express his relief at my recovery,a tall, polished man in an expensive suit — stood near the door the entire time, as if he wasn't entirely sure he was welcome to come closer.Nobody crowded Vivian Salvatore. Nobody spoke to her without thinking first.I understood this and spoke less.The second thing I learned was that Vivian Salvatore was alone.No family had come. In three months of lying in a coma in this private hospital room, not a single relative had sat beside the bed. There were no get-well cards,no personal photographs brought from home, no evidence of anyone who had been here sim

strange inheritance

Strange inheritance The house was on the thirty-second floor.When the elevator doors opened and I stepped out into Vivian’s home for the very first time, I stopped walking and simply stood there for a moment, admiring it.It was breathtaking.The entire front wall was made of glass, floor to ceiling, from one end of the room to the other, and beyond it.I had grown up in a comfortable house. I had lived with Michael in a nice apartment. I had never in my life stood somewhere that felt like this, like standing above the world.Sandra Raymond had never had anything like this.But Vivian Salvatore did. And for now, Vivian Salvatore was me.I walked slowly into the room. My footsteps were quiet on the floor. The furniture was expensive,dark colours, everything chosen with the eye of someone who valued quality over quantity.There were no family photos on the walls. The space was beautiful and was like a very high-end hotel suite that someone had been living in for years.I recogn

Board moves first

I did not sleep well that first night in the house.That was not surprising. I had died, come back to life in someone else's body, spent days in a hospital pretending to be a woman I had never met, and moved into an apartment that belonged to a stranger. Peaceful sleep was probably too much to ask for under such circumstances.I lay in her bed, large, firm, expensive, nothing like the bed I had shared with Michael, and I stared at the ceiling and I thought. That was something I had always done, even as a child. When everything around me is uncertain, thinking becomes irresistible. As long as I was thinking, I was moving. As long as I was moving, I was not finished.I thought about the board meeting that had been scheduled.Mr. Walter had confirmed the attendance of all board members. They had grown comfortable in Vivian's absence. A few months of making decisions without her, a few months of helping themselves to things that were not theirs, had made them feel like the compan

Learning to be her

The resignations arrived by Thursday.The two of them.submitted their letters within forty-eight hours of the board meeting, which told me about how guilty they were. Innocent men fight. Mr. Walter brought the letters to my office personally, placing them on my desk."Both of them," he said simply."Good," I said, and meant it. "Begin the audit on Monday as planned. I want everything from the last three months reviewed,every decision, every payment, every contract. Nothing should be left out."Mr. Walter nodded. He turned to leave, then paused at the door. "Ms. Salvatore," he said, without turning around.I'm glad you came back the way you did." He paused. "The company needed it."He left before I could respond.I sat alone in my office, for a moment after he went looking at the resignation letters on my desk.Two men who had helped themselves to things that did not belong to them, and were certain they would never face consequence. Two men who had looked at an unconscious woma

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