My Dead Fiancé's Impossible Wedding

Five years after my fiancé died, I suddenly received a wedding invitation from him.

I escaped the mental hospital, desperate, heading for the wedding venue, only to get into a car accident.

Through a blur, my best friend Chloe's figure appeared.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Liam is alive." I clutched her wrist, "He sent me an invitation. I'm going to his wedding."

"How is that possible? He's been dead for 5 years." Chloe flashed a moment of surprise.

But faced with my stubbornness, she gave in. "Let's go. I'll drive you."

Five years, Liam. This time, I'm bringing you home.

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