After My Death, My Lover Stitched My Body Back Together
Chapter 1
The year Adrian Foster was severely injured, I called him a burden and broke up with him decisively. He was devastated, fell into despair, and even contemplated suicide.
Years later, he became a renowned surgeon, determined to make me pay for what I did. Until someone begged him to restore a badly damaged body. He didn't know that I had already faced my comeuppance.
When the police found me, heavy snow was falling from the sky. They brought tools to a wasteland outside the city, digging three feet into the earth before they finally uncovered my dismembered limbs.
My mother knelt beside the crime scene, crying hysterically. My best friend, Jack, stood next to her, his hands on her shoulders.
"Why... why is life so unfair?" my mother wailed.
"Lily, my baby..." she sobbed.
Not long ago, I was a living, breathing person. Now, all my mother could see were these broken remains of her child.
She was inconsolable, fainting several times. Jack took care of her until she regained consciousness.
Jack scrolled through my phone, finding it filled with news about Adrian Foster. His photos, our conversations - I had kept everything.
His hands trembled, and his eyes dimmed. After a long moment, tears fell onto the screen, blurring his vision.
"Lily... how could you be so foolish? To go this far for him!"
He knew that my greatest wish in life was to be with Adrian. He also knew that Adrian was probably the person I wanted to see most before I died.
But I would never see him again. That familiar face, which now held nothing but hatred for me.
I had lost my chance forever.