After I Died, My Fiance Knelt in Front of My Grave and Begged for Forgiveness

"It's just that we didn't get the marriage license the day before yesterday, and now she's throwing a tantrum and refusing to answer the phone. She's so annoying."

Ebby's eyes were filled with worry. "Is she angry because I called you today and interrupted your plans?

"I'm sorry, Jason. It's all my fault.

"If I hadn't insisted on calling you then, Caelie wouldn't be upset.

"I'll call her and apologize."

She said she wanted to apologize, but she didn't actually call.

Ebby looked lost, like a little girl who had been wronged. She claimed she wanted to apologize, but it was clear she was just seeking comfort.

Jason felt guilty seeing her like this and kept blaming me. "It's not your fault, Ebby. It's Caelie who's being unreasonable."

"Just wait. If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come over and apologize."

But Ebby frowned and advised him, "Jason, don't be like that. There have been terrible murders recently. You should remind Caelie to be careful."

This was the second time someone reminded Jason to be careful, but he didn't take it seriously.

"She has nothing to worry about. You're the one who needs to be cautious."

I looked at Ebby coldly, but she appeared genuinely concerned, showing no flaws.

She knew I was dead.

Yet, she deliberately pretended to care about me in front of Jason.

It was a shame she wasn't an actress.

A long time ago, I noticed that Jason, my junior schoolmate, paid special attention to Ebby.

But Jason said, "Ebby is the same age as Freya. I just see her as a little sister."

After Freya died unexpectedly, he began to resent me but directed all his care for his sister towards Ebby.

He loved and spoiled her, even letting her sleep in the room we once shared.

If Jason knew that Ebby, this seemingly innocent person, wasn't as kind as she appeared, how would he react?

Noticing Jason was in a bad mood, Ebby tried various ways to cheer him up. "Jason, Kittie has been very well-behaved today. Do you want to go see her?"

Jason finally smiled. "Okay."

Ebby trotted off to the cat's nest, calling, "Kittie, Daddy's here to see you."

Kittie was a stray cat she and Jason had adopted.

Jason called himself Kittie's dad, and Ebby was Kittie's mom.

I had expressed my dissatisfaction with this.

But Jason retorted, "It's just a nickname. Why are you so fussy about it? Look how kind Ebby is, rescuing stray animals. And you're always fixated on these little things."

Jason once gave me a puppy, saying we should raise it as our child.

But the puppy died of an illness.

I was so devastated that I couldn't eat for days, and I never kept another pet after that.

Because I was afraid of the pain of losing someone I loved.

On the day I died, Jason and I had planned to go to the city hall to get our marriage certificate.

But as soon as Ebby called, Jason left without looking back.

"We can get married any day, but Ebby's cat is having a difficult birth today. If we don't help, she might die!"

"You can take a taxi back later."

To Jason, marrying me wasn't as important as saving a stray cat.

At that moment, Ebby walked out of the room with an apologetic look on her face. "Jason, I accidentally broke something a few days ago."

She was holding a large photo frame.

But Jason just glanced at it and said, "It's not important. Just throw it away."