My Murderer Became My Husband's Bride

I died on the day Adrian proposed to Melissa.

As the lead detective, he stepped over my body at the crime scene, his only concern covering Melissa's eyes. He whispered, "Don't look. It's disgusting."

He said I was disgusting.

My heart had been carved out. My blood drained dry. I was nothing but a discarded rag doll.

Later, I became a ghost. I watched him burn every trace of me to win Melissa's favor.

Watched him move into the house I bought. Watched him sleep with my killer in that very room.

I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him.