The night before my wedding to Kayden Crawford, I committed suicide. When news of my death broke, it sent shockwaves through everyone who knew me because I had been the adopted daughter of the Crawford family. My adoptive parents adored me, and my adoptive brother Kayden loved me even more. We got engaged when I turned 18, and soon after, my adoptive parents transferred all their shares to me. Everyone envied my good fortune. Without lifting a finger, I was already worth hundreds of billions and basked in admiration. But when my suicide note was made public, everyone went crazy. ***** On the third day after my death, Kayden finally showed up at the mental hospital to see me. He stood at the doorway of the basement, yelling, “Lainey, you’ve been trying so hard to get me to marry you, haven’t you? “Now that I’m here to pick you up for the wedding, you’re hiding away from everyone. What do you think I am?” Silence was the only answer he received. Kayden had no idea that I was standing right in front of him in the form of a soul. I had died the night before my wedding to my adoptive brother. He claimed that my love for him was a twisted obsession, a mental illness, and instructed his secretary, Sophie Porter, to have me committed to this mental hospital. The dead only added fuel to the fire, saying, “Mr. Crawford, Ms. Simpson has been refusing treatment and bullying other patients, so we have no choice but to keep her locked up.” His assistant, Jacob, couldn’t help but retort, “Mr. Crawford, you watched Ms. Simpson grow up; she has never been unreasonable…” Kayden cut him off with a sneer, “She dared to climb into my bed and force me to marry her. Isn’t that unreasonable?” Jacob fell silent, lost for words. I floated beside him, wanting to shout that he had it all wrong. I hadn’t drugged him that night. I had simply gone to pick him up as usual, and he had pushed me into the backseat of the car and taken advantage of me. But now, he couldn’t hear any of my explanations. Kayden’s expression darkened, and he barked, “Open the door!” With a loud creak, the rusty iron door swung open. The next moment, everyone froze at the sight before them. On the white wall, in blood, were scrawled words like “Save me” and “I’m not a bitch.” It was a horrifying sight. Kayden’s cold demeanor faltered for just an instant as he turned to the dean, asking, “What is this?” Panic-stricken, the dean explained, “Mr. Crawford, this is Ms. Simpson’s usual tactic. She often resorts to suicide to force us to open the door, claiming she just loves you and wants to come out and find you.” Kayden’s eyes darkened further with fury. “Lainey Simpson…” With that, he strode deeper into the basement, but the further he went, the more bloodstains appeared on the walls, and the messages grew increasingly frantic. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the entire wall was covered with the words, “I want to die.” Kayden became even more convinced that I was merely putting on an act. He scoffed, “She wants to die just over such a trivial matter? She always plays the victim!” I hovered beside him, feeling my soul tremble. Kayden, I was really dead. When I was sent to this mental hospital, he severed all my ties to the outside world, insisting I reflect on my actions. But the very next day, the hospital staff informed me that Kayden had ordered them to “correct my distorted thoughts.” So, I went from being a devoted sister to a prisoner in a facility. I was confined to the basement, shackled for 24 hours a day. I was forced to eat the leftovers discarded by the hospital staff. And my so-called attending physician was truly a monster. He would sneak into the basement every night, forcing me to kneel and crawl on the floor like a dog. He would prick me with needles, forbidding me from making a sound, or else I’d be subjected to electric therapy the next day. At first, I thought about reaching out to Kayden for help. But when I sneaked into the dean’s office to call him, he dismissed my pleas. He said, “Lainey, you need to know when to stop lying. Which doctor would dare touch the daughter of the Simpson family? Since you refuse to admit your mistakes, you should remain here.” As the busy signal echoed in my ears, despair washed over me. The doctor and the dean looking for me quickly arrived. I was electrocuted for a day and a night, and then they restrained me and tossed me into a car. Only then did I realize they intended to sell me for my kidneys. Before entering that second hell, I chose to jump from the car on the highway. As I hit the ground, a truck barreled toward me… As I resurfaced from my memories, Jacob had violently broken the lock of the basement door, and Kayden kicked it open. “Enough of the tricks, Lainey!” he shouted angrily. But then his voice trailed off, and everyone else gasped at the sight inside. The cramped space was a makeshift bathroom filled with a foul stench, and I was nowhere to be found. The floor was covered in blood, and the bathtub was filled with thick, blackened blood.
I trailed behind Kayden, following his gaze. Everything was bloody. He was usually a total neat freak, but right now, surprise was the only expression on his face. The scene before us was indeed chilling. Kayden’s pricey leather shoes crunched over blood, and the nauseating stench didn’t seem to bother him at all. He frowned at the dean, his voice icy. “She lives here? Where is she?” Sweat dripped from the dean’s forehead. “Mr. Crawford, Ms. Simpson has threatened us with this kind of stunt before, saying that if we don’t let her see you, she’ll end her life here. “But there was a power outage at the hospital last night, and Ms. Simpson might have seized that chance to escape.” My anger surged, shaking me to my very core. I drifted in front of the dean and the group of doctors, my eyes burning with rage. “Kayden, they’re lying! They’re all lying to you!” my soul screamed. It was clear they were just trying to cover up the truth about my accident. They had transported my freshly deceased body back to the hospital and harvested my organs before they could decompose. Those nightmares replayed in my mind. Even as a spirit, I still felt fear and cold. Jacob, unable to watch any longer, tentatively asked, “Mr. Crawford, has something really happened to Ms. Simpson? Should I call the police…” But Kayden believed the dean’s words and snorted coldly, “How could something happen to her? She’s such a drama queen. She cried at the slightest bump or bruise, and now, she’s pulling this stunt just for attention.” He narrowed his eyes, scanning the area with a mocking smile on his lips. “She’s really playing her cards now, thinking she can fool everyone. Too bad no one knows her better than I do.” Kayden stormed out of the basement, instructing Jacob to gather a search party. “Search thoroughly. You must bring her to me today, even if you have to turn Kingburgh upside down. “Sophie is right. Lainey didn’t show up at the wedding because she’s determined to make the Crawford family a laughingstock in Kingburgh.” His harsh words shattered my heart. He had locked me away in this hell and ignored my existence, only to look for me now out of fear that I would bring shame to his family? I had thought that no matter how cruelly he treated me, there would still be some lingering feelings for me deep down. From the time I was five until I turned 18, he had dominated my world. That was why I had fallen for him uncontrollably. I had kept my feelings hidden away, but that night, Kayden hugged me and repeated, “Lainey” and “I love you” over and over again. I finally mustered the courage to confess my love the next day. However, Kayden had scolded me, wearing a sinister expression, claiming I had a twisted mind for daring to seduce my adoptive brother. Later, Sophie had told me, “Ms. Simpson, you’re Kayden’s adoptive sister. You shouldn’t have those kinds of feelings.” What had happened that night was exposed and his parents had decided to let us get engaged. During our two years of engagement, Kayden had remained distant and repulsed by me, while growing closer to Sophie. I didn’t know what Sophie had told him, but two months before the wedding, I’d been forcibly sent to this mental hospital. Was it really so wrong to fall in love with him? Kayden waited in the dean’s office for an hour. Jacob rushed back in, reporting, “Mr. Crawford, the surveillance cameras on the nearby streets were destroyed three days ago, but someone saw a van leaving the mental hospital late at night. “Ms. Simpson may have been taken away. If we call the police and trace the vehicle, we’ll surely find her.” Kayden sneered, “It seems my lesson for Lainey wasn’t enough. She staged her own kidnapping and fooled all of you! “Freeze her assets and lock down Kingburgh. Let’s see where she thinks she can hide!” With that, he kicked a chair over in frustration and stormed out. My heart sank. I wanted to cry, but as a soul, I had no tears. Kayden, if you knew I was dead, would you still think this way?
Kayden left the mental hospital, and my soul followed beside him. As soon as we got into the car, his mother, Natalie Crawford, called. “Kayden, the wedding is about to start. Why haven’t you brought Lainey back yet?” Kayden hesitated momentarily before replying, “Something came up. We’ll be there soon.” I sat on the other side of the seat, watching as Kayden picked up his phone multiple times, only to put it down in annoyance. When we returned to the wedding venue, as soon as he stepped out of the car, a woman with long curly hair in a professional suit rushed over. “Kayden, you’re back!” Kayden’s expression softened, and he gently took her arm, saying, “Slow down. Don’t be so hasty.” Sophie pouted playfully, letting out a small snort. Seeing how intimate they were, I quickly looked away. Kayden’s tenderness had once been mine, but since Sophie had entered the picture, she had gradually taken everything from me. “Kayden, did Ms. Simpson still refuse to come back? Is she still upset that we sent her for treatment?” Sophie’s eyes glistened as she feigned guilt and annoyance. Kayden reassured her, “It’s not your fault. Lainey is simply ungrateful. When she returns, I’ll make sure she apologizes to you. I’ve sent someone to look for her, so don’t worry.” With that, he took Sophie into the venue. In front of the dressing room, Kayden casually asked, “Sophie, did Lainey ever talk about her time in the mental hospital with you over the past few months?” Sophie avoided his gaze, looking guilty. “No, I chose that hospital because I heard the staff were very responsible. Kayden, what’s going on?” Kayden replied, “Lainey was playing the victim in the basement, leaving blood everywhere. But there’s nothing a manipulative person like her wouldn’t do.” Sophie forced a smile. I clenched my fists, whispering urgently in Kayden’s ear, “She’s lying to you! She’s the one who sent me there! You can’t trust her!” But no one could hear my voice. Even if Kayden had, it was useless because he no longer believed me. When Kayden entered the reception room dressed in a suit and tie, he noticed the guests who had just expressed their congratulations now wore uneasy expressions, as if they were hesitant to speak. I sat in the front row, watching the wedding I had always dreamed of and the man I loved most. But Kayden kept checking his phone, a frown etched on his face. Suddenly, his phone rang, and I saw Jacob’s name on the screen. As soon as he answered, Jacob’s panicked voice came through. “Mr. Crawford, I found Ms. Simpson, but…” Kayden scoffed derisively, “I’ve already agreed to marry her. How long is she going to keep this charade up? “Put Lainey on the phone.” Jacob fell silent for a long moment before stammering, “Three days ago, Ms. Simpson was dismembered and dumped in the sewer.” Kayden’s expression froze. Jacob continued, “Her body was recovered yesterday, and the DNA results are in. It’s all over the news in the city. “Mr. Crawford, Ms. Simpson is dead.”
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