Chapter 3143 Unheeded Emergency Calls

The bespoke suit fitted Luke perfectly.

He stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror as Melanie adjusted his tie.

"You look incredible, Luke."

I hovered near the ceiling, staring at their perfect reflection.

Once, I used to dream about adjusting his wedding suit.

Back when we lived in that cramped basement, he wore a cheap, off-the-rack shirt, and I used safety pins to taper the waist.

He had told me, "Grace, when I make it big, I'm going to buy you the most expensive wedding dress in the city."

Now he had the money, but the dress was for someone else.

The doorbell rang. Carter stood in the doorway, panting, his face entirely drained of color.

"Luke... I went... I went to the morgue."

Luke frowned, annoyed by his assistant's hysterics.

"Why did you go there? Didn't I tell you to ignore it?"

Carter was trembling, clutching a manila folder tightly against his chest.

"Luke, it's real."

He swallowed hard, his voice shaking.

"Grace... she really is dead."

A heavy silence stretched for ten seconds before Luke let out a dismissive snort.

"Carter, you've worked for me for five years."

"How much did Grace pay you to play along with this ridiculous lie?"

Carter thrust the folder forward with trembling hands.

"Luke! I didn't take any money!"

"I saw the body on the table with my own eyes. It's her."

"The water bloated her face, but the scar on her wrist... there's no mistaking it!"

The scar.

It happened years ago when Luke tried to cook for me for the first time. He accidentally started a grease fire, and when the kitchen cabinets collapsed, I threw myself over him, taking the scalding metal to my wrist.

"Absurd!"

Luke walked over to the sofa, crossing his legs and lighting a cigarette.

"Grace is clever. She knew exactly how to get to you."

"She draws a fake scar on her wrist, lies down on a slab, and you fools fall for it hook, line, and sinker."

Through the rising smoke, his eyes were freezing cold.

"Does she honestly think that playing victim will make me crawl back to her?"

Carter looked at him with sheer desperation.

"Luke, it's a corpse! There is no breath, no heartbeat, and her skin is already pooling with lividity..."

"Enough!"

Luke snapped, his voice echoing through the room.

"I said she isn't dead! She's alive!"

"A selfish woman like her would never have the guts to kill herself!"

Melanie shrank back, startled by his sudden outburst.

Luke took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"If she wants to play this game, fine. I'll play."

"Get the car. We're going to the morgue."

"I want to see the look on her face when I stand right in front of her. Let's see how long she can keep her eyes closed then."

I watched him storm out the door.

He was moving so fast that he had not even noticed he buttoned his coat unevenly.

Was he afraid?

No. He was just angry.

He was furious that I would push his boundaries with such an extreme stunt, utterly convinced that this was a performance and that I would break the moment he arrived.

I drifted above the car, following him all the way to the precinct.

The rain began to fall again.

A dark, oppressive downpour, just like the night I died.

Audrey stood outside the examination room, her white lab coat looking stark against the dim hallway.

When she saw Luke, her eyes held nothing but a profound, empty sorrow.

"You finally decided to show up."

Luke glared at her.

"Where is she? Tell Grace to get her ass out of here."