Chapter 1My Boyfriend Proposed to a Dead Woman

Everyone knew my boyfriend worked twenty-hour shooting days just to marry me.

Even when he had no time to eat and coughed up blood on set, he'd just rinse his mouth and get back on the wire rigging.

The day he won Best Actor, he finally felt he could give me the happiness I deserved.

I stood there in my wedding dress, eyes red under the spotlight, reaching my hand toward him.

He paused.

Then turned and slipped the diamond ring onto the hand of his girlfriend from five years ago.

The same ex-girlfriend he'd sworn five years ago he'd never contact again.

"Sorry. All these years, I wasn't actually doing this for you. I let you misunderstand. My apologies."

He shielded her as they left the venue.

His friend laughed mockingly:

"Sorry, Lydia. Actually, they've been together this whole five years. You seemed pretty into Holden, so we didn't want to embarrass you by mentioning it."

I stood frozen in place.

My best friend screamed over the phone:

"What are you standing there for! Chase him down! Slap him!"

I didn't dare chase after them.

Because his ex-girlfriend had died five years ago.