Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she did those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
It has been two weeks since Elsa Halverson married Jeremy Callahan, and there are no words to describe their union so far.
The only thing one can say is that they were two strangers in a house. They barely saw or talked to each other, mostly because Elsa would intentionally stay asleep until he left for work in the morning and then lock herself in her bedroom the moment he came back in the evening. The less they saw each other, the easier it would be on Elsa, as she was already a little afraid of him.
This evening, she decided to go to April Sea and watch the sunset. She sat on the sand next to the sea with Gwen's ashes in her hand, crossing her legs as she quietly stared at the waters for a while.
She still felt she couldn't spread the ashes yet into the sea, not just yet. She had to first find Gwen's killer, or killers. But where would she start?
"So Gwen," she said after several minutes of silence. "You were supposed to marry a billionaire and you didn't think to tell me?... Was I not going to be on the wedding guest list or what?" She joked as she talked to the ashes as if they could hear her.
If only Gwen was still alive so that Elsa could scold her about everything and demand answers to so many questions. But the dead are gone, never to be seen again.
The death of Gwen really took a toll on Elsa. Her heart was still bleeding uncontrollably.
The wound was still fresh, and the pain was still the same as the first day.
There are only two ways to deal with pain: either you bear it until time heals your heart, for time is the master healer of even the deepest wounds, or you commit suicide.
But since the second choice was not an option for Elsa, no matter how much she wished for it, no matter how much she wished to follow her sister and mother, she had to hold on as best as she could.
She had to let her sister rest in peace, and she would only be at peace when her killer was brought to justice.
"What is going on, Gwen? Why am I suddenly you? Who is creating this situation and dragging me into it?... If it's true that the dead can help guide the living, could you please guide me?... Show me what is going on, why this is happening, and how to get myself out of this?"
The only thing Elsa got as an answer was silence. Well, of course, Gwen would never answer her again, at least not in this life.
"The dead cannot help you, but I can!" A voice came from behind Elsa, startling her. She turned around and spotted Victoria standing there. Victoria was dressed elegantly, even wearing heels to the beach.
Elsa got up, still holding the urn in her hand, looking at Victoria curiously. Did she follow her here? Why was she talking to her? What did she want? Did she hate her because she married her fiancé?
Victoria only gave her a smile and said, "Hello, Elsa!"
