Three years after his death, he was stood up at his wedding

Chapter 1

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In the third year since I passed away, my enemy got stood up at his own wedding.

I was floating around, enjoying the spectacle.

Then, out of the blue, he turned his head.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the space where I was, and his voice cracked as he spoke:

"Did it take all this for you to show up?"

"Go ahead and laugh if it makes you feel better, but don't you dare leave again."

"Olivia, I miss you more than words can say."

ChapterWhen I got Nathan Gray's wedding invite, I was really upset.

I grabbed the invitation and stopped.

Holding the invitation, I was lost in thought, and before I knew it, my rival had taken me for a ride.

I lost a bundle to them.

A kid ghost peeked over my shoulder.

"Nathan? He's the one who sent a lot of flowers to you from the other side."

The invitation was written by Nathan.

No one would burn an invitation to me on purpose.

Considering Nathan's habit of sending me flowers whenever he got the chance, I decided to forgive his audacity.

The group lost interest in rolling the dice and gathered together with a mischievous air, gossiping animatedly:

"He was so wealthy; I would have loved to go and check out his wedding."

I gave a wry smile:

"Come on, he was quite the character. If you really got to know him, it would have broken all your romantic notions."

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