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On the third day after my death, the police dialed Vivienne's number: "This is the forensics department of the police station. Our condolences, the body matches your boyfriend's description..."
She was lounging in her new lover's arms, eating cherries. Her languid voice came through, wrapped in static.
"Fintan? We broke up ages ago. Just cremate him or whatever."
As the incinerator consumed the last bit of my skin, the on-duty officer called again.
"Miss Langdon, we need a family member to sign for the urn."
"What a hassle." She rushed to the funeral home, trampling on my ashes, her crystal nails tapping on the ceramic container.
The next moment, she actually scattered my ashes!
"Still putting on an act, aren't you? Aren't you tired?"

Ex-girlfriend Scattered My Ashes

"I'm looking like I'm about to pop my eyeballs out from staring too much." Britta stepped in front of me, her black trench coat dotted with early spring rain. "You've been dead for six months and you're still simping?"


I tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Now I can't even be a dog anymore."


Levi kept glancing at his watch on stage, a USB stick peeking out of his custom-tailored suit pocket.


I knew it contained the final merger proposal. As soon as the wedding was over, the Lu Corporation would be his.


When the wedding march began, I found myself inexplicably drifting to the end of the red carpet.


The officiant's voice reciting the vows seemed to ebb and flow: "Miss Vivienne, do you..."


I covered my ears, but could still hear my heart pounding like a drum. How ridiculous - ghosts don't have heartbeats.


Vivienne suddenly tore off her veil, her diamond hairpin cutting Levi's chin.


I'll never forget the chaos of that wedding day.


Chapter 8