After I Died My Boyfriend Went Crazy Novels & Stories

“Completely. No trail. No body. No way for anyone to find me. I want the world to believe I’m dead.” I stopped, my hand drifting to my still-flat stomach. “And my baby comes first. Whatever you arrange, my child stays safe.” There was only the briefest pause. “Three million dollars,” she said. “And it can be done.” I didn’t hesitate. A divorce hadn’t been enough to free me from a man like Luca Moretti. So this time, I would use death. And I would not give him another chance to beg, explain, or drag me back into his world.

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

He said. "Oh my God! now I get" I said climbing down from the bed pacing up and down the room. So that was why he had some weird looking guys as friends. I remembered exactly how a boy was killed because of this kind of stuff. After they thought he had taken all the money to himself, or maybe he had probably taken it, a group of boys were sent to beat and behead him. He was brutally killed and after that they dumped his body in a bush. This incident had happened just last year around the area I lived and had spread like wild fire. And since then I saw the said Yahoo guys as cruel people, never did I know that was what my boyfriend did for a living. "Babe what's that? He asked coming over to

I decided to place my hopes on her still having some feelings for me, the younger brother she had watched grow up. Grabbing the hem of her shirt like how I used to as a little boy, I begged her to fulfill one last wish of mine. "Leslie, could you please kill me—" Yet, I had barely finished speaking when she shoved me away in disgust. Caught off guard, I fell to the floor and was momentarily stunned. "People like you should've died long ago. But if you're going to die, die someplace far away from me. I don't want to have to deal with your funeral."

With everything in place the next morning, I went live. I talked about how I paid off Hank’s debts, how we built RH’s Table together, our marriage, and his tragic passing on our wedding anniversary. By the end, I was inconsolable, my face pale. The public was touched by our love story. [It has been ten years since my first love got sick and passed away. I’m still not over it. It hurts when I think about it. I understand how she feels.]

Something in the way she said my name made my stomach drop and I knew instantly that what was happening was bigger than what I might be imagining. “Hey,” I said softly. “Please, talk to me, you're making me scared. What happened? Why are you crying?” She tried to speak again but failed. Then she tried again “My—” Her voice broke completely. “My boyfriend is dead.” The words hit me so fast I could swear my ears had heard wrongly. And the moment the words fully register, the world tilted. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear. “What?” She sobbed then, a raw, broken sound that didn’t sound like it should come from a human’s throat. “He’s gone. Isla, he’s actually gone. Oh my God, I can't believ

Banging my head against the door like a madwoman, I screamed, "My boyfriend is dead! I've lost everything! I don't want to live anymore!" My voice attracted a crowd of onlookers. People pushed their way in, stared at my boyfriend's corpse, then looked at me with sympathy. Some tried to speak up for me. "She is already this pitiful. What more are you officers trying to force her to say? Stop her before it is too late! Otherwise, she might actually follow her boyfriend! She is pregnant too! And after suffering this kind of shock, what if she loses her senses, and it becomes a double tragedy?"

And when I woke up I was here in this very dark room. Fear crept into my being. My whole body was shaking as I curled up on the floor. My tears did not stop. I think of Ali. I can't believe that my boyfriend is dead and now I'm here alone. Anger slowly rose in my heart and made me wonder who was behind what was happening.

"Cut the act. How pathetic are you to use such lame tricks? You want me to collect her body? Let's save that for when she's really dead. I'll definitely be there then." After all those years of marriage to Calvin, where we respected each other, all I got was his cruel curse. My tears poured uncontrollably, vanishing into the air as soon as they fell. I finally gave up on him. I guess he never really loved me after all. How would he react when he found out I was already gone? My body vanished in the blink of an eye. They combed the entire hospital, but it was nowhere to be found. Margaret was devastated, and her condition worsened quickly. She tried several times to search for me, but the ho

I was going to move on, I was going to grow over it, but then I got pregnant for him. It wasn't that bad, my boyfriend thought he was responsible, he was super happy and ready to marry me. That morning, he gave me a ring, sang for me and in the evening, we went celebrating in a bar. That was when Ame's men had a gunfire with their rival, my boyfriend died in the random shootout, shielding me from the bullet. My life was over, I aborted the baby and lost my womb. Death refused to take me, so I vowed to use my bitterness as a means to kill two birds with one stone.