Three Years After My Death, My Billionaire Boyfriend Exhumed My Bones

The day Jack Sullivan was admitted to the ICU, I broke up with him, tired of living in constant danger by his side. I left the country and got married.

While he was struggling for his life, I didn't even visit him once.

He hated me to the bone.

Three years later, his grandfather dragged him back to their hometown to exhume and rebury the remains from an unmarked grave.

Jack held a wrist bone in his hand and said coldly, "Rachel Sullivan, why couldn't it have been you who died?"

But he didn't know.

The skeleton he was picking up with his own hands was mine.

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