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His Wedding Day, Her Dying Wish

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 525    |    Released on: 04/06/2025

Ava at the pre-arranged me

Quite the performance last nigh

y friend. And you have no room

doing this, or are you going t

lackmailing me into bei

her, very clearly bribing a city

e, a brief glimpse o

e, then flushed with

help. Or this goes to ever

ather's empire, his own reputation

Fine," he bit out.

him the sixty days were likely all she had left.

usty, abandoned warehouse, the chos

ity was a strange

hoist a heavy, rust

ushed. A spark

met, a flicker of the p

ugh tearing through her. She do

en. She tried to hid

k, his express

? Another dramatic episode?" Hi

face pale but composed

e buzzed

swered. "Hey. Yeah, just finishing up

smile playing on his

d at Ava, his face a

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it her, a p

was clear. He was buil

ost from a past h

's mother, called

as smooth,

inner. Young Charles Weatherby will be there. His family

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ates, disastrous attempts b

I'm not i

o agreeable about these things.

ications to a support beam. He ov

sessive flicker in his eyes as he heard

the air thickened w

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His Wedding Day, Her Dying Wish
His Wedding Day, Her Dying Wish
“I was dying. Late-stage cystic fibrosis. Months, maybe a year. My last wish? To finish my art installations and reconnect with Ethan, the man who once promised me forever. But Ethan, now a renowned architect meticulously planning his life with perfect fiancée Sophia, wanted nothing to do with my "chaos." I blackmailed him with his father's dirty secrets, forcing him into a 60-day contract to help my art. He dismissed my fading health as "drama," relentlessly judging me. Sophia publicly humiliated and framed me, and Ethan chose her every time, even sending thugs to "scare" me away. On his wedding day, a desperate old acquaintance fatally stabbed me. I died alone, my final cries for connection misunderstood as manipulation, my love overshadowed by public shame. Why did he hate me so much? Why couldn't he see beyond the chaos to the dying woman begging for a final human touch? It wasn't until my death, when Ethan found my hidden journals and saw the truth of my terminal illness, that he understood. Crushed by regret, he dismantled his life, realizing the love he'd denied. Years later, inexplicably drawn back into his orbit, I met him again. Not as Ava, but as Mia. My soul, reborn, for a second chance at a love he never truly let die.”