Death Becomes Her I Want To Be Alone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"All right. I'll go first. I'll come for you tomorrow morning." She slipped back into her spirit state. Disappointment flickered across her face, but she nodded. "Okay. You have to come." Dominic nodded and opened the car door for her out of habit. She stepped out, said goodbye, and walked into the funeral hall. Wails echoed through the air. She saw her own body laid out at the center and muttered, "Can't they just cremate me today?" She was probably the only person complaining that her cremation was taking too long.

"I won't make the same mistakes again. I promise you." It seemed like the first time in my life I had seen her cry like this. If this had happened before, maybe I would have cared. But not anymore. I quietly stepped back to put distance between us. My voice was indifferent. "What's done is done. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible." Perhaps because I was too cold, Scarlett cried even harder. "No. I won't sign." "Whether you sign or not doesn't matter to me anymore." I pointed to my chest. "This is dead. It won't beat for you again.

she whispers after she becomes more composed. "She's been telling me that her death is a reward for her tired soul. The only thing she's worried about is me"

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

Sometime later, she seemed to have gotten nightmares as she suddenly jolted awake. She used to be so afraid of the dark, but now, she was sitting alone in a huge graveyard. "I miss you, Leo. I want to talk to you. Please talk to me. Please respond to me, okay?" she pleaded humbly. I hovered beside her, carefully spreading my arms so that I wouldn't pass through her body. I pretended that I could still actually hug her. I kept her company for three days and three nights. Coincidentally, this went on until my death anniversary. At that moment, I had been dead for exactly a decade.

"I didn't notice her illness. I didn't believe her. I killed her." "You can hit me, curse me, do whatever you want. I deserve it. But I have only one request—please, don't let me divorce her." His breath came in broken gasps. "I want to be buried next to her when I die." My mother stood still, her face tight with grief as she watched the proud man kneeling before her, tears streaking his face. For a long time, she said nothing. When she finally spoke, her voice was heavy with sorrow.

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

The moment my heart fluttered at the sight of his profile, I heard the system's cold voice for the first time. [Host has developed feelings of love. System activated. Mission initiated.] [Mission: win over Victor Lucchese within ten years, or the host will be erased.] From that day on, I had someone I cared about. A violent stab of pain yanked me out of my memories and back to reality. I knew what it was: the system, draining the life out of me. I murmured to myself, "The villainess is about to die. That's the best ending there is."

"She's almost the same as dead, and at this point she needs to be alone and free from stress. She had said she doesn't want the news of her illness to be spread around the cavern, and she wants to be left alone in her room; still, she eventually dies" He rasped as I shook my head. "Are you crazy? What do you mean by she wants to be left alone'? Isn't this when she needs to be surrounded by people the most?. I growled as I flung her from in front of the door and entered in. But instantly stumbled back, choking on my breath. "What...what the hell. Why can't I see anything?. I stuttered, and as I choked harder, I felt a hand grab me from behind as I was dragged out from her room, coughing u