When l Died, He Held Another Woman:I Became His Unforgettable Love

When I died, he was holding another woman in his arms.

The plan succeeded. I will become the pain he can never forget.

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“Miss Lewis, here’s your medication. Please take it.”

I accepted the white bottle and thanked the pharmacist.

With sleeping pills, I could finally get some rest.

The plan was ready to begin.

I sat in the taxi, staring at the message Chris Jude had just sent me.

“I’m attending a gala tonight. Won’t be home.”

I knew exactly what kind of gala this was—Wendy Summers' welcome-back party.