In the Next Life, We Don’t Want to See Each Other AgainChapter 1
The day my boyfriend brought his sweetheart home for intimacy, my lifeless body lay just a wall away from their tender moments.
Selena sat in her wheelchair, her eyes moist. "If it weren't for Lyra having me kidnapped, I wouldn't have ended up crippled, nor nearly violated..."
Sebastian held Selena close, his voice thick with sympathy. "She's been punished. I'll make sure those people teach her a lesson."
I watched as Selena feigned innocence, her eyes filled with a sly, triumphant glint.
How terrified would she be when she knew that my corpse had been separated from her by just a thin wall?
After all, it was she who had mercilessly killed me.
As for Sebastian, I wondered how he would react when he discovered that his beloved had staged her own disability and that I was the one who suffered at Selena's hands.
The thought alone was amusing.
This was the third day since my death.
Perhaps due to the low winter temperatures, my body had yet to decay, looking much the same as when I was alive—equally tattered and worn.