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.

  • on it

  • “death” had left me drowning in medical bills

  • his death and making sure I was the

  • suffer.

  • swore at your frat

  • for life, no matter what. Was that

  • years ago,” he muttered,

  • slapped him again–hard.

  • My husband trusted you! And

  • Mike hesitated, his face dark with guilt. “I swear, I tried to save him. I gave it

  • onto the floor, sobbing.

  • wake up… How could you leave me like

  • Mike sighed and handed me a bottle of water.

  • this. It’ll help you

  • I froze.

  • That bottle.

  • past life, I drank

  • I woke up,

  • Pride of Velvet

  • 78.8%

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  • mother–in–law was holding

  • was in

  • and hurled it at

  • hell?”

  • bastard.” I

  • hadn’t shed a single tear

  • me everything I needed to know.

  • sorry for losing it,” I said, wiping my tears and softening my tone.

  • taken it out on

  • it – you’re going through hell right

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

  • Mike’s brow furrowed.

  • do you mean?”

  • iPhone and called the

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

  • went white as

  • for this

  • Mike stammered, sweat

  • can’t make that call

  • It’s my

  • body through more trauma? Have some respect.”

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