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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

The police quickly uncovered the full story behind the incident.


Callie had returned to the country specifically to seek treatment for uremia, but due to her rare blood type, she had been unable to find a suitable match.


It wasn't until their mutual friend inadvertently revealed that I also had the same rare blood type that Callie hatched her devious plan.


She began to get close to Fintan, playing the victim and confessing her feelings, twisting the story of how she had left when Fintan's family went bankrupt into a tale of her going abroad alone for medical treatment.


Fintan fell for it quickly, and she continuously sowed discord, causing Fintan's loyalty to increasingly lean in her direction.


Her original plan was to wait until the time was right, then put on an act of being near death without a kidney donor, and then "accidentally" let Fintan know that my blood type matched hers. At that point, Fintan would pressure me to give her my kidney.


Chapter 9