The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 92

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  • “I’m so sorry for your loss. Try to stay strong,” said Dr. Mike, the attending physician.

  • He was also my husband’s best friend since college.

  • I touched my face–smooth and unblemished.

  • In my previous life, the HIV had left it covered in lesions.

  • There was no doubt now–I’d been given a second chance.

  • My husband, Dave, lay motionless on the hospital bed, covered by a white sheet.

  • I burst into tears and rushed over to yank it off.

  • “You idiot! How many times did I tell you to lay off the bourbon?”

  • “But you never listened! Now you’re gone, and I’m left picking up the pieces.”

  • “How am I supposed to go on?”

  • I slapped his face repeatedly, watching the color rise in his cheeks.

  • He must have been sedated–paralyzed but conscious.

  • Seeing Dave’s face flush red, Dr. Mike quickly stepped between us.

  • After all, corpses don’t blush.

  • “Hey, hey, take it easy,” Dr. Mike said, blocking my access to the “body.”

  • “I know you’re grieving, but this isn’t helping anyone.”

  • Dr. Mike was in on it. He was the lynchpin of this whole scam–the attending who’d pronounced Dave dead and signed the death certificate.

  • “Some doctor you are,” I spat, pounding on his chest.

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  • “You couldn’t even save your best friend. How do you sleep at night?”

  • Dr. Mike winced in pain. “I did everything I could-”

  • “Liar!” I cut him off, shoving him backward.

  • bastard had been in on it the whole time.

  • in medical bills and funeral

  • Mike had played his part well–helping Dave fake his death and making sure I was the

  • suffer.

  • swore at your frat

  • matter what. Was that just bullshit?”

  • ago,” he muttered, looking away.

  • him

  • husband trusted you! And you let him down!”

  • I tried to save him. I gave

  • onto the floor, sobbing.

  • How could you leave

  • Mike sighed and handed me a bottle of

  • drink this. It’ll help you calm

  • I froze.

  • That bottle.

  • past life, I drank from it–and blacked out.

  • up,

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  • holding his

  • was in that water.

  • bottle and hurled it at his head.

  • the hell?” he yelped.

  • bastard.” I

  • single tear for his

  • that told me everything I needed to know.

  • said, wiping my tears and softening my tone.

  • it out on

  • worry about it. I get it –

  • Dave’s gone, I want him to help others,” I

  • Mike’s brow furrowed.

  • you

  • iPhone and called the Nevada Organ Donor

  • my husband just passed away. I’d like to donate

  • white as

  • planned for this curveball.

  • stammered, sweat beading on his

  • call without consulting

  • It’s

  • Why put his body through more trauma?

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