Three years after my death, my wedding was held as scheduled.

Three years after my death, I was an absent guest at my own wedding.

My fiancé, Damon Blackwood—the heir to a massive, influential empire—declared passionately before all the media: "Three years ago, Anya saved me in my darkest hour."

"If only she would appear, I promise to eternally fund all expenses for the Anya's Home orphanage and sponsor the children's education through Ivy League schools."

My Mom called me dozens of times, getting no answer, and angrily cursed me as an ingrate.