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On our fifth anniversary, Fintan was planning to propose to me.
I was waiting excitedly in the bedroom while they set up, when I overheard Fintan's resigned tone:
"Now whenever I think about her hands preparing all those bodies, I feel sick."
"But I have to marry her. I owe her that much."
How laughable.
Seven years ago, at his father's funeral, he couldn't stop thanking me for giving his father a final moment of dignity.
Five years ago, he passionately kissed my fingertips as he professed his love, swearing he'd never be repulsed by me.
If you don't love me, then get lost.

The Groom-to-Be Despises My Job as a Mortician

Fintan put Callie to sleep and suddenly remembered something. He got up and walked towards another hospital room.


He opened the door, about to say "Have you learned your lesson?", but found himself face to face with a nurse who was tidying up the room.


Word had spread throughout the hospital that Doctor Carlisle's sister's boyfriend was a two-timing scumbag.


"You don't even know your own girlfriend was discharged? That's cold-hearted. She was coughing up blood a couple days ago and you didn't even come to check on her."


Fintan stood there stunned, recalling my pale face that day and how I couldn't stand up straight. He realized I must have hit her surgical wound.


He rushed back home, opening the front door to find the house dark.


Thinking I was already asleep, he fumbled towards the bedroom in the dark but tripped over something.


Chapter 5