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The rusted blade sank into my flesh as I clutched my phone, desperately trying to reach Andrew Baker for assistance.
Andrew was my betrothed. "We're sorry, but the number you've dialed is not available at this time..."
As the call disconnected, the last glimmer of hope faded from my eyes.
In the next instant, the assailant plunged the knife into my heart, wearing a sinister smile.
I lay alone on an isolated, unfamiliar road, my eyes wide with terror.
My life ebbed away with the blood flowing from my chest.
Andrew and I had just become engaged.
My parents were still expecting me at home.
My younger sibling had expressed a desire to give a speech at my wedding...
I felt myself becoming lighter, my essence gradually separating from my physical form.
My spirit drifted aimlessly.
I had perished. My life ended on the night Andrew left me by the roadside...

Murder, Infidelity, and a Ghostly Revelation

The phone on the floor suddenly rang, disrupting the intimate atmosphere in the room.


Andrew abruptly came to his senses and hastily moved away from Ava.


He pulled up the quilt to cover Ava. "I'm sorry."


Embarrassment and hurt filled Ava's eyes.


Andrew dressed quickly, avoiding Ava's gaze.


He retrieved the phone from the floor and hurried out the door.


Andrew returned to his car, breathing heavily, and suddenly raised his hand to slap himself.


I looked at him impassively, my eyes full of derision. Then he noticed the missed call on the phone.


My heart ached. She might not know her daughter was no longer alive.


Andrew returned the call, which was quickly answered.


"Andrew, I hope I'm not disturbing you so late. I've finished knitting scarves for you and Olivia. When will you come to collect them?"


Hearing my mother's voice, I wept silently.


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