When I died, He Was Dating His First Love

And now, I became the only clue in this strange case that could help tell who killed Zoey.

Therefore, even if Gregory didn't want to see me, he had to find me.

I watched Gregory place Zoey's head and my body in the same coffin.

His men brought the coffin to the gate of Finn's Residence.

I was heartbroken as I watched my parents rush out, open the coffin, and look inside for a long time.

My parents were a loving couple, and they pampered me a lot.

However, Gregory, whom my parents regarded as a good match for me, was now questioning them with a coffin on a cart.

"Lord Finn. Your daughter gave her jade bracelet to Zoey, causing her to die so miserably. I hope Mr. Finn can hand your daughter over now!"

I looked at Gregory in anger. 'Gregory, do you know what you are talking about? They are your father-in-law and mother-in-law!'

"What are you saying? Isn't Rosa in your house?"

My mother fainted from anger hearing this. My father helped her up and looked at Gregory with a sullen face. "Lord Mason, you can just search my place if you want!"

My father had been an honest and upright person all his life. He had no other children but me.

After much research, my parents finally decided to let me marry Gregory.

Since Gregory's father and my father were close friends. So, my parents thought marrying me to Gregory would be a good thing and bring the two families even closer.

But they didn't expect that I disappeared just half a year after Gregory and I got married.

And Gregory, my husband, came to find me so that he could accuse me of a crime that I didn't commit.

As expected, Gregory led his men into my parents' house. This was also the first time he entered my boudoir.

In my boudoir, there were only a few scattered calligraphy and paintings that I once copied.

There was also a folding fan that I had made, which I gave to Gregory, but he returned it to me with a cold face.

The soldiers even searched the woodshed in the backyard. It was a pity that I only realized what kind of person Gregory was at that moment.

"My lord, we didn't find Her Ladyship."

My father's face darkened. "How long has my daughter been missing? Where did she go before missing? How did Zoey die? Where did she die? You're the Commandant. Have you found out everything?"

My father questioned Gregory aggressively. He was so angry that he began to cough violently. I reached out to pat my father's back to ease his cough, but I failed.

"I..."

"As the Commandant, you failed your job and didn't find a missing person. As Rosa's husband, you don't even care about where she is. You don't deserve to be her husband!"

My father put his fist against his lips and kept coughing. I was dead. It was late autumn. I wish I could make his favorite syrup for him.

'Father. Mother. I'm so sorry.'

I knelt and kowtowed to them. I owed anyone except them.

"Keep searching!"

Gregory didn't say a word to respond to my father. He only told his men to continue searching.

"My lord. The distinguished guest from the Hope Brothel wants Miss Sean to entertain him. Please help her!"

May stopped Gregory, who was about to go to the crime scene to investigate, in the street and asked him to go to the Hope Brothel.

Looking at the little girl in brightly colored clothes, I realized that she was the maidservant of Gregory's sweetheart.

Gregory gritted his teeth and said a few words to his men, then turned around and followed May.

He actually left his official duties behind and went to the Hope Brothel in the middle of the day.

Was that the clear-headed Commandant Mason who had solved countless cases as rumored should do?

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. 'Dad. Mom. You were wrong about Gregory, and I was wrong, too.'

But it was pointless to regret it now...