Chapter 7
Caleb had a severe case of germophobia, yet here he was, holding my cold, lifeless body without a hint of disgust.
“Caleb Horton!”
Suddenly, someone burst into the room, grabbing Caleb by the collar and yanking him
back.
“Damn you, you scum! Don’t you dare touch Grace!”
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It was Zoe, my closest friend. Tears streamed down her face as she shoved Caleb aside and slapped him across the face. Caleb didn’t resist and just stood there, letting her hit him.
“Grace loved you for so many years and gave you everything, but what did you do? When you needed her, you whispered sweet lies, but the moment she became a burden, you cast her aside like a stray dog. Is that all she was to you? A toy to be picked up and thrown away
at your whim?”
She took a breath, her chest heaving with fury.
“If you never loved Grace, you should have left her alone. Why did you have to conspire with that witch Emily and push her to the point of losing both her life and her child?”
Caleb, still dazed, finally found his voice, but it wasn’t to defend me; it was to defend her.
“I… I saw it with my own eyes, Grace pushing Emily down those stairs. I didn’t falsely accuse her.”
Zoe’s face twisted with a mix of grief and rage. She pulled out her phone and shoved it into
Caleb’s face.
“Look at this,” she said, her voice trembling. “This is the backup of the security footage Grace sent me. Watch it closely. It’s that conniving witch who threw herself down the
stairs.”
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Caleb’s knees buckled, and he crumpled to the floor, his eyes wide, lips moving in silent disbelief.
“No… no… how… why would Emily do this?” he mumbled, his face pale as a ghost.
Zoe’s voice cracked as she shouted, her words tearing through the suffocating silence, “You’re the murderer! You! You’re the one who killed Grace!”
She collapsed into a fit of sobs, her shoulders shaking as she clutched her phone tightly.
After a long pause, she wiped her tears and looked at Caleb with a mixture of pity and
contempt.
“Leave, Caleb. Just go. Don’t ever come back and disturb Grace again.”
However, Caleb remained frozen, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He shook his head slightly as he muttered, “No… I won’t leave. She’s my wife.”
Realizing she couldn’t make him leave, Zoe turned away and grabbed her phone to start arranging my funeral.
I watched as my body was lifted onto a stretcher, loaded into a hearse, and driven to the crematorium. It took less than half an hour for my body to be reduced to ashes and placed
in a small, unremarkable urn.
The entire time, Caleb followed in silence, his eyes empty, his movements stiff, like a ghost trailing the living.
It wasn’t until my ashes were brought out that he moved again.
Suddenly, he lunged forward, snatched the urn from the funeral staff, and bolted for the
door.
“Caleb, you’re insane! Where are you taking Grace?” Zoe’s furious screams echoed down
the hall, but Caleb didn’t stop.
“I’ll take care of her. I’ll give her the closure she deserves,” he muttered as he disappeared
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from her sight.
I thought he meant he would bury me properly, but I was wrong.
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Instead of taking my ashes to a cemetery, he brought me back to our house. This house, the same place where our love had turned into a twisted nightmare, where every corner held a memory of betrayal and pain.
Now, even in death, I was trapped here with him.
Caleb sat beside my urn, his head buried in his knees. I couldn’t tell if the wet stains on his
shirt were from sweat or tears.
For two days, he locked himself in that room, barely moving. His stubble grew thick, and his eyes sank deeper into his skull. It felt as if time had frozen, the air in the room growing heavier with each passing hour.
Despite everything, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something in him had fundamentally
changed.
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