After My Death, She Loved Me

I died, but I don't know why.

My soul stayed by Freya's side. I was unable to leave and move on.

I followed Freya to the animal hospital, watching her and Noah cry over the little dog's surgery.

Noah gently pulled her into his arms, comforting her. They looked like a perfect couple.

I knew all along that Noah was the one she loved.

They had been together since they were young. Back then, Noah said he wanted to study medicine to save lives and become a doctor, so he went abroad.

A year later, Freya's family hit hard times, almost going bankrupt. Her parents practically sold her off for some business deal.

I still remember the night we got married. She glared at me with pure hatred and said, "You only married me to be a blood bank for your parents! Your whole family disgusts me!"

I tried to explain. I told her maybe her parents didn't love her as much as she thought.

My adoptive parents only took me in because they had lost a child.

I told her they were her real parents.

I told her that I was the one who truly loved her.

But she didn't believe me.

She never believed me, just like she doesn't believe me now.

Today, I fulfilled her wish. I died.

My soul followed her as I watched Victor die despite the efforts to save him, and then I watched her get back into the car.

Noah sat next to her. He grabbed her hand and placed it over his heart, almost swearing an oath.

"Freya, I still love you."

He kissed her, ignoring everything, and Freya froze in place.

The next second, Freya pushed Noah away. Her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Noah, what are you doing?"

Noah hesitated for a moment, then raised his head. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Victor's gone, and you're all I have left... Freya, let's take him home and let him rest in peace, okay?"

"It's laughable and ironic. My parents' bodies remain unclaimed at the hospital.

Yet the dog gets a grand burial."

In the car, Freya kept glancing at her phone, looking a little impatient.

I get it. Back when we argued, it was always me who calmed down first and apologized.

But today... it's been an hour.

Noah noticed her fidgeting and gave a bitter smile.

"Freya, what are you doing? Trying to call Mr. Turner? I get it... He said all that to make you stay today."

Freya didn't argue this time. She pulled out her phone and made a call.

When no one answered, her face darkened, and she quickly hung up.

"What happened? He didn't pick up? It's only natural for Jayden to be angry. You're a couple. Don't let someone like me come between you. Freya, go home. I'll handle Victor myself..."

"I don't care if he picks up or not. Jayden is full of lies. It'd be better if he were dead!"

Freya looked annoyed and threw her phone to the side.

The next second, her phone rang again.

Freya smirked triumphantly. "Still pretending? Now he's having people from Union Hospital call you. He's something!"

After saying that, she hung up and blocked the number. She stared out the window, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a car sped past them.

Freya glanced at the hearse's license plate. For some reason, she felt a little uneasy.

In the next second, Noah's hand moved in front of her.

"If it bothers you, don't look. No one wants to face death. That car probably belonged to someone's family..."

I was trapped beside Freya, helplessly watching my parents' hearse drive farther away.

I wanted to struggle, but it was useless.

Of course, Freya was right there beside Noah.

How could my parents expect to get help from her?