Chapter 2My Boyfriend Proposed to a Dead Woman

Everyone knew Holden Pierce was going to propose to me.

Even I could see it coming.

So I'd put on my wedding dress early.

But now my wedding dress looked utterly ridiculous, captured in full by the entertainment reporters' cameras.

I didn't move.

I just stared in shock as Holden shielded Hannah in his arms, protecting her eyes from the camera flashes.

My mouth opened, but no words came out.

Though the girl wore a mask, her figure, her silhouette, the way she walked—all of it was identical to Hannah, who had died long ago!

Holden didn't know about Hannah's death.

Back then, he'd just sworn an oath never to see Hannah again.

He'd even deleted all her contact information right in front of me.

At first I'd been wary.

But soon I let my guard down.

Hannah's body had been found in a storm drain.

She'd cut ties with her parents long ago.

No family to claim her.

In the end, I was the one who paid for the young woman's burial.

I never told Holden.

After all, she was his first love, and he was at a critical point in his career.

I was afraid it would affect his state of mind.

I'd watched them lower her into the ground with my own eyes.

So who was this girl?!

"Oh my, she still hasn't reacted? Did the shock make her brain-dead?"

"Serves her right! That's what you get for clinging to Holden! Bet you didn't see this coming—our man never even liked you!"

"Love it!"

My manager Sharon rushed out and dragged my dazed self into the car.

"Are you stupid? Just standing there letting everyone watch you humiliate yourself!"

"No, Sharon..."

"Don't talk. Look at the trending topics—we're being destroyed!"

I quickly opened the list.

The top item read: [Holden Pierce: Never dated her, she's been obsessively pursuing me]

"Her" meant me.

After Holden left the venue, he released a statement.

Though Holden and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, the company never allowed us to acknowledge it publicly for the sake of our careers.

All these years, countless people had accused me of being shameless, of endlessly chasing after their idol.

Back then, Holden had held me close:

"When your man wins Best Actor, I'll propose to you right there in public. Let's see who dares stop us then!"

But now his statement clearly declared:

[I have no private relationship with Miss Lydia. Throughout my career, I've only ever worked to marry my first love, Miss Hannah.]

The attached photo showed him kneeling on one knee, slipping the ring onto Hannah's finger.