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

  • medical bills and funeral costs, while he vanished

  • well–helping Dave fake his death and making sure I

  • suffer.

  • frat initiation,” I

  • life, no matter what.

  • he

  • him

  • husband trusted you! And you let him

  • “I swear, I tried to save him. I gave it everything I had.”

  • collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.

  • please… wake up… How could

  • and handed me a bottle

  • It’ll help you

  • I froze.

  • That bottle.

  • drank from it–and blacked

  • I woke up, Dave was gone.

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  • was holding

  • in that

  • bottle and hurled it at his head.

  • hell?” he yelped.

  • I

  • a single tear for his so–called

  • me everything I

  • I said, wiping my tears

  • shouldn’t have taken it

  • worry about it. I get it –

  • Dave’s gone, I want him to help

  • Mike’s brow furrowed.

  • do you mean?”

  • iPhone and called the Nevada Organ Donor

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

  • went white as a

  • planned for this curveball.

  • up,” Mike stammered, sweat beading on

  • call

  • his wife. It’s

  • put his body through more trauma?

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