Dead Girl’s Secrets: Now You Regret Everything

“She’s better off dead. The world’s a quieter place without her.”
Kenneth Pruitt, my fiancé, leaned casually against his red sports car, disdain flickering in his eyes.
We had known each other for fifteen years. Yet my death didn’t stir even a speck of dust in his heart.
He sneered to his friends,
“A venomous woman like her should’ve been gone a long time ago.”
As he wished—I really did die.
Everyone laughed at me, mocked me, said I faked my death just to win his affection.
But then, the truth came out.
That day, my memories were extracted and laid bare before the world.
And those who once scorned me—my family, and Kenneth—were left drowning in regret.