“Grayson, you’re already married to Belle, and you have a child together now. You need to get your priorities straight,” his mother said sharply.
“Go and bring Belle back. Apologize properly. As for your sister, I’ll handle her. All this nonsense she’s been spouting is nothing but the ramblings of a confused mind,” she added, putting an end to any argument.
“Belle is still your wife, no matter what. Right now, she doesn’t know what’s going on, and you shouldn’t be here. You should be out there finding her and bringing her back,” she pressed, her expression darkening as she looked at the pair of them.
My heart grew colder with every word. So I was the only one kept in the dark? The sickening relationship between Grayson and Alice—was I the only fool who didn’t know?
And now they wanted to keep deceiving me? I stared at these familiar faces, which now felt so alien and repulsive, and I couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
If the accident hadn’t happened, would they have kept lying to me my entire life?
“Mom, I’ll apologize to Belle,” Grayson said, his tone reluctant. “But right now, Alice’s health is more important. Belle has already been found, and she’s fine. She’s back at her family’s home and doesn’t want to see me right now. I’ll go get her once Alice’s condition is stable.”
“Grayson, this is unacceptable! You need to go find Belle immediately,” his mother snapped.
Clearly, she didn’t know that I was already dead. None of them did. They all thought I was still alive.
“Mom,” Grayson said impatiently, “I already told you, I can’t leave Alice right now. If you’re worried, I’ll call Belle. But I’m not leaving.”
With a look of annoyance, Grayson dialed a video call.
In our seven years of marriage, Grayson had rarely called me, let alone made a video call. I was always the one calling him—always the one waiting, hoping he’d answer, only to be ignored or hurriedly dismissed.
Who would’ve thought I’d have to die to see him take the initiative to call?
His mother furrowed her brow, her concern evident. “She’s pregnant, after all. She was caught in an earthquake. Who knows if something happened to her?”
The call connected, and the woman on the screen was me—or at least, she looked just like me.