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.

  • had been in on

  • “death” had left me drowning in medical bills and funeral costs, while he vanished without a trace.

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

  • suffer.

  • frat initiation,”

  • life, no matter what. Was that just

  • he muttered,

  • slapped him

  • husband trusted you! And you let

  • I tried to save him. I gave it

  • onto the floor,

  • could you leave

  • handed me a

  • It’ll help you calm down.”

  • I froze.

  • That bottle.

  • I drank from it–and

  • I woke up,

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  • mother–in–law was holding his urn.

  • in that

  • the bottle and hurled

  • the hell?” he yelped.

  • bastard.” I whispered.

  • a single tear for his

  • everything I

  • sorry for losing it,” I said, wiping my tears

  • it

  • worry about it. I get it – you’re going through hell

  • to help others,” I said

  • Mike’s brow furrowed.

  • do you

  • my iPhone and called

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

  • went white as a sheet.

  • planned for this curveball.

  • sweat

  • make that call without consulting the family.”

  • his wife. It’s my legal

  • already gone. Why put his body through more trauma? Have some

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