Chapter 3

Julian, I actually knew him.

He and Chloe had known each other since childhood, born in the same year, same month, same day. You could say they were childhood sweethearts, the kind that made everyone envious.

They say a sudden, fated love can never truly win against a childhood sweetheart. But hey, didn't I just prove them wrong?

Chloe and Julian were as close as could be, thick as thieves, sharing everything.

My appearance completely severed their connection, right when their "more than friends, less than lovers" phase was heating up. Chloe fell hard for my slicked-back hair, my skinny ripped jeans, and my designer loafers back then.

Her eyes sparkling, she told me, "Liam, I'll marry no one but you in this life!"

And I believed her.

After all, for years of marriage, we truly were deeply in love. Passersby would almost gag from how sweet we were.

And Julian? I could see the suppressed anguish in his eyes, the resentment of someone whose cherished person was snatched away by me.

Isn't that just how love works? Totally unexpected, yet somehow, exactly what you'd expect.

So when Chloe brought a new man, and that new man happened to be Julian…

I admit, I totally lost it.

Julian was practically cuddling with my wife right over my grave. I seriously wanted to bust out a song right there and then. "I could sing 'I Will Always Love You'... nah, scratch that. How about 'Since U Been Gone'? Or 'Irreplaceable'? 'Happy breakup, hope you find someone better!'"

Clearly, they couldn't hear me.