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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

A few days later, I received a call from the police.


Shortly after, another unfamiliar number rang. I answered.


"Scarlett, I'm waiting for you downstairs." Fintan's voice was filled with surprise and delight. He hadn't expected me to pick up, considering I'd been hanging up on his numerous calls from different numbers over the past few days.


I went downstairs and saw Fintan's car parked there. His face was brimming with smugness as he strode towards me.


"Scarlett, come home with me. I said I'd marry you, and if you're really that unsure, we can go get our marriage license right now."


"But don't pull this crap again in the future. It's because of you that Callie couldn't get her surgery in time. We owe her—"


Fintan's head jerked to the side from the force of the slap. He stood there stunned for a few seconds, then slowly turned back to face me, his eyes dark with anger.


I stared him down, enunciating each word clearly: "So who owes me for my missing kidney?"


Chapter 6