I remembered a time when Nathan and I had visited a famous chapel known for its blessings. I had asked him to light a candle and pray that we would grow old together, but he had refused without hesitation.
“I don’t believe in that stuff.”
But now, here he was.
A man who wouldn’t even humor me with a prayer for our future was suddenly praying piously, all for Trinity.
It was laughable.
I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed.
A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died.
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A blood–curdling scream tore through the house.
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Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake’s arm in a panic.
“Ms. Bartlett! S–she–she’s dead!”
Jake’s expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs.
By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face
twisting in disgust.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called Nathan.
There was no answer.
Willow, still panting and clutching the door frame for support, stammered helplessly, “H–how did Ms. Bartlett die? What should I
do?”
Jake exhaled deeply before asking Willow to keep trying to contact Nathan.
He methodically contacted the funeral home and the doctor. He had to find out how I died and how long I had been dead so he
could give Nathan an explanation.
Once Jake had arranged everything, I returned to Nathan.
He hadn’t answered the phone, so he didn’t know about my death. I began to anticipate how he would react when he finally found
out.
Trinity’s surgery was a success. Nathan was so focused on staying by her side that he ignored his phone, which was on silent
mode.
When Trinity woke up, the first thing she saw was Nathan. Her lips curled into a bright, radiant smile.
“Nate, thank you for staying with me. With you here, I wasn’t scared at all. You’re
amazing.”
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