Chapter 4My Boyfriend Proposed to a Dead Woman

A slender silhouette stood at the front of the stage.

Hannah removed her mask.

In that moment, the entire venue gasped.

She was stunning.

Completely beyond civilian-level beauty.

I too stood frozen.

Not from being dazzled.

I'd seen Hannah's beauty before.

But I was shocked that she looked exactly the same as before—the same beauty.

Hannah wasn't dead?

Then who was the person I'd watched being buried five years ago...

"Sorry, Lydia."

The friend who joined Holden on the variety show laughed:

"Actually, those chat records of yours—I was the one chatting, pretending to be Holden."

"What?!"

Holden's friend Ethan scratched his head:

"You kept pursuing Holden before, and Holden was afraid that if he rejected you, you'd drag everyone down together, which would be bad for everyone's careers. So he opened an alternate account and had me chat with you instead."

[It was like this all along hahaha! Lydia must be dumbfounded haha!]

So... all these years, Holden had been enjoying our physical intimacy offline, then having someone else handle me online?

Ethan leaned down, speaking in a voice only we could hear:

"It was just for fun. Don't take it seriously. You can't break them up. I deliberately sent that proposal message hoping you'd finally know your place."

Break them up?

Ha. When had I ever tried to break them up?

When I found out Holden had a white moonlight, I wanted to break up.

He was the one who swore he'd never see her again.

After that, his behavior was good.

That's why I stayed until today.

I looked at Holden with red eyes:

"Are you lying to me?"

"Lydia, he's not lying to you."

It was Hannah who spoke.

"Because I have Pierce's real chat records right here."

As she spoke, the big screen displayed a messaging interface.

The chat background was a photo of Holden and Hannah together.

My chat records with Holden spanned five years.

Theirs spanned fifteen years.

The comments scrolled frantically:

[This feels right! When chatting with Hannah, Holden is aloof yet doting.]

[Not even aloof! Look at that conversation on the 15th—Holden was acting cute with her~]

[It took me zero seconds to ship this CP]

[Look at Lydia! Staring at the screen like she's brain-dead hahaha!]

[Serves her right! Always chasing after our Holden, even trying to claim our Holden was simping for her. Can we start requiring psychological evaluations before entering entertainment?]

[Exactly! We don't need these delusional fangirls!]

I truly did freeze in place.

Staring hard at the big screen.

April 11th of that year.

The day Hannah died.

At midnight that day, Hannah had sent her a message right on time:

[You there?]

My gaze slowly shifted from the screen to Hannah's face.

Too beautiful.

Beautiful to an unreasonable degree.

To a disturbing level...

"Lydia."

She had already approached: "Thank you."

"For what?"

She leaned closer, speaking in a voice only we could hear:

"Thank you for collecting my body..."

"Ah!"

I cried out and stepped back.

Hannah also showed a panicked expression.

She stumbled several steps, nearly falling.

Fortunately, Holden caught her steadily in his arms.

Her eyes reddened:

"Lydia, we were talking fine, why did you suddenly fall backward?"