All Chapters of Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

In the darkness, a suffocating weight crashed down on me, sending sharp, agonizing pains radiating through my chest.It all made sense now.Celia Ashford had been the one who told my wife, Emilia Sinclair, to abuse me, only to pursue me herself and woo me into giving up everything and faking my death just so we could be together.The woman who'd promised to marry me was planning to hold a wedding with Wyatt Mercer right after burying me alive.But I had woken up too early. Worse, there wasn't any food or water in the casket, and the cramped, narrow space was choking the air right out of my lungs.Through the thick wooden lid above me, Celia's voice sounded muffled, yet her words pierced through the dark like a knife, pinning me to the floor of the casket."Back then, when Wyatt's identity as an illegitimate child came to light, his engagement to Emilia ended up going to his younger brother, Elliot."Wyatt lost everything that day, so I made it my mission to help him take back hi

The sudden light made my eyes sting, and when my vision finally cleared, Wyatt's handsome but subtly twisted face was the first thing I saw.His cheeks were still flushed, and his clothes were a wrinkled mess—the dead giveaway of what he and Celia had just been up to.I looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would pull me out.But Wyatt didn't seem surprised that I was awake. He merely studied me with pure, unadulterated contempt."God, you look pathetic. You're about to be buried alive. Celia's busy handling your funeral arrangements, so I figured I'd keep you company for a little while."Five years ago, your mother found out who I really was. To make sure nothing stood in your way, she drove my mother to her death and had Dad cut me out of the Mercer family. And that still wasn't enough for her, was it? You even stole my fiancee! Emilia was supposed to be my wife!"You've been married to her for five years, and she's been abusing you for all that time, but somehow you still wouldn

Inside the casket, I couldn't tell night from day.Hunger eventually stripped away what was left of my sanity. I bit at the wood and clawed at the lid over and over, desperate to tear my way out, until every single one of my fingernails ripped completely off my fingers.The already thinning oxygen grew heavy with a suffocating, putrid stench as my own waste started piling.I didn't know how many days had passed when I finally died in agony.My soul rose out of my body and drifted up through the earth.For a brief moment, I thought I was finally free, but an invisible force quickly tethered me to Celia's side.I watched with detached, icy eyes as she helped Wyatt pick out his wedding tux."Wyatt, our wedding is just two days away," she said. "It's such a shame. I really wanted Elliot to be there to witness it."She wrapped her arms around Wyatt's neck, a slight frown marring her face as she continued, "Now that I think about it, Elliot should be awake by now. I wonder if the sup

Before long, the Ashford family's security rushed in, restrained Emilia, and hauled her away.Celia's face was bruised from the fight, but she didn't seem to feel it at all.She stumbled toward my body, pulling me into her arms and muttering to herself, "Elliot isn't dead. Get a doctor. Someone call a doctor right now! Why hasn't the drug worn off yet?"While they waited for the doctor, Wyatt approached her with caution, his voice dropping to a soft, comforting whisper."Celia, Elliot is gone. I'm completely heartbroken, too. If only we had gone to dig him up a little sooner… But what's done is done, and we have to focus on the future. Honestly, this actually makes our plan foolproof. Dead men can't talk."But we have to act fast before the rest of the Mercer family catches wind of this. We need to shut Emilia up for good. We'll tell the press she's completely lost her mind from grief and dug up her husband's grave."If my dad finds out about any of this, I'm finished. Celia, you

"I made a terrible mistake. I did something unforgivable."Celia curled into a pathetic ball on the floor as she started to violently dry-heave."Elliot… I killed our baby. I killed you. If you can hear me, make me pay for it. I won't fight you. I won't complain!"I scoffed.I was a ghost, but I didn't have the power to hurt anyone. Otherwise, I would've dragged her down to hell without a second thought.Her assistant spoke with caution."Ms. Ashford, someone else was responsible for Mr. Elliot's death. I've already looked into it. The only person who touched the drug was Mr. Wyatt. "The security footage also shows that on the day Mr. Elliot was buried, Mr. Wyatt had opened the casket. It looks like he said something to Mr. Elliot, and then he removed the food you packed inside."Celia's head snapped up.Her bloodshot eyes stared into the distance, her voice dropping to a bone-chilling whisper. "Wyatt… it was you!"It didn't take long for Wyatt to be dragged before Celia.T