Chapter 2

This was my ninety-ninth day after death, and my hundredth day since passing was just around the corner.

I never imagined Chloe would find a new boyfriend so quickly.

They walked hand-in-hand, like a groom and bride, slowly approaching me. For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

I blinked, then blinked again. Nope, no tricks. This new guy was actually quite handsome, but nowhere near a fraction of how good I was.

Pretty faces are a dime a dozen, but a truly interesting soul? That’s one in a million.

Chloe stood at my grave, her eyes instantly welling up. As she placed the bouquet down, she gracefully knelt.

"Liam, I've come to see you. Are you doing well over there? I'm doing quite well. You try to take care of yourself too. Remember to eat well, rest well, and don't overwork yourself…"

Chloe's voice choked. If she hadn't brought Julian today, if this wasn't the first time she’d visited me since I died, I almost would've believed her.

Bad woman!

You promised you’d only love me for this lifetime. Look how fast you found someone new.

Julian gazed at Chloe's tearful face, his heart aching. He then pulled her into his embrace, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "This is the last time you cry for him. Don't let me see it again, okay?"

Chloe nestled obediently against him, a little bird seeking shelter, nodding her head. The two of them then walked away from my grave, side by side.

A gust of wind swept by, and I shivered instantly. I didn't know if it was real coldness hitting me or just a wave of disgust washing over my soul.