I clearly died, yet I was resurrected in the body of my rival, even appearing at my own funeral. The rival not only caused my death but also took away
I was supposed to be dead. Yet, inexplicably, here I was, alive again. When I was watching my boyfriend sob uncontrollably in front of the woman who caused my death, my emotions were too complicated for me to put into words.
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It had been 48 hours.
And I still found it utterly unbelievable.
Because now, I was inhabiting the body of my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, attending "my own" funeral.
I stared at Alan Bennett, my boyfriend who had hung up on my desperate call for help 49 hours ago with barely concealed impatience.
Now, he was kneeling on the ground, crying like a heartbroken child.
His once-pristine, tailored suit was now crumpled like a discarded rag.
Well, what a pathetic sight.
"I'm sorry!"
Alan Bennett's voice was hoarse from crying.
But beyond those monotonous words like "I'm sorry", he couldn't manage anything else.
I was an orphan, so my funeral had only two attendees, my ex-boyfriend Alan and his "childhood sweetheart", Rosa Campbell.
"Alright, get up. The dead can't come back to life." Rosa said flatly.
Alan slowly lifted his head, his eyes brimming with grief.
"If I had run faster back then, maybe she wouldn't have jumped."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes or pick my nose to show my disdain.
"She made that choice herself. It has nothing to do with you."
"No, if it weren't for me, she wouldn't have..."
Alan's voice broke, the weight of guilt pressing down on him like a boulder.
I glanced at the tombstone, where a photo of my once-vibrant self was smiling back at me. Then a wave of mixed emotions washed over me.
"She was just too foolish. There was nothing between us, but she let her imagination run wild and pushed herself to the brink." Rosa said.
Alan frowned. "Baby, can we not do this right now?"
Oh, for crying out loud! I was barely in the grave, and you were already calling her "baby"? So you were finally admitting you had a thing with Rosa all along!
Back when Alan first met me, he fell head over heels. He even went against his family's wishes just to be with me.
His parents tried everything, even threatening to disinherit him, but nothing worked.
When they cut him off financially, Alan, in his cheesy way, slipped a soda can tab onto my ring finger and whispered with deep affection, "Sarah, I love you."
We were just happy for a few years. But apparently, a few years of happiness couldn't withstand the meddling of a childhood friend.
Just last month, on Alan's birthday, I left work an hour earlier to surprise him.
Quietly opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of Rosa lounging with her bare legs exposed, draped in Alan's oversized T-shirt. Putting on a fake innocent act, she said, "Oh, sorry! I got dirty and couldn't find my keys, so I had no choice but to shower here. Don't overthink it, okay?"
"Take that off!" I snapped.
"Don't be so petty. Alan and I are just good friends. We even shared a bed when we were kids. What's the big deal about me wearing his clothes now? Besides, he gave me this shirt himself."
"Why didn't you wear mine?" I shot back.
"Sarah, I'm a D-cup. You're an A. Your clothes are a bit... snug for me."
Then she added shamelessly, "Besides, Alan and I have been close since childhood. If I really wanted him, do you think you'd even matter?"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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