After My Death, She Finally Loved Me

Chapter 3 Despised

When I opened my eyes again, there were a lot of people in front of me.

Callie proudly led the lawyers to the morgue. "Didn't you say he was dead? OK, I'm going to look at his body. You can't tell such a fake lie. It's really a shame for you, the top talents in society!"

My lawyer's face was so dark behind me that I subconsciously wanted to stop him and ask him about the situation.

But without warning through the body of the people, looking at the transparent arm, a feeling of sadness suddenly rose in my heart.

I was already dead.

I died because of Haris, Callie's favorite person.

Before he could sigh about his tragic fate, Callie had already kicked open the door of the morgue.

Pointing to a pile of corpses, she sneered, "You tell me, which is his body? His own lie is exposed. Now you let him go back to apologize to Haris, I should consider forgiving him, otherwise!"

As a wife, she behaved like this when she learned of her husband's tragic death.

All the people present had different faces and exchanged contemptuous looks.

Only my lawyer came up to my body, clenched the white cloth, and finally did not make up his mind to open it.

But at that moment, it was decided that there was nothing under the white cloth. Callie suddenly stepped forward and lifted the shroud.

My mangled body appeared in front of everyone without warning.

My body was blue and purple, large pieces of blood had not yet solidified, and even some bones were protruding outward.

But the most important thing was that my eyes were wide open, and I had an incredible expression before I died.

The smile on Callie's face stiffened for a second, as if she didn't think I was really lying there.

Looking at my horrible face, there was a quick flash of panic in her eyes.

But the next second, her hand was firmly grasped by Haris on the side. "Callie. Where did the makeup on his body come from? It looks so realistic..."

His eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he looked like an innocent child.

But who can imagine he was so vicious under such a harmless face?

Reminded by him, the compassion that Callie had just risen disappeared in an instant.

With a cold hum, she threw the white cloth on my face. "You are so scheming that you know we are ready here in advance when we come back. I warn you not to pretend to be dead! Don't you see how scared Haris is? Do you have a conscience or not? Get up and apologize to Haris!"

The room was quiet, and the lawyers behind him could not bear to watch.

Callie shouted at my corpse, even though it was fantastic to bring me back to life.

The lawyer spoke in a low voice to me, "He seems to be really dead."

Callie was talked back, some of his face could not hang, and she gave him a vicious stare. "You stupid! Can't you see he's faking it?"

Then he kicked me on the corpse and saw that I still had no reaction and turned away. "Since you want to pretend, I'll see how long you can pretend! I'm not going to let you win your case! You'd better give up!"

Looking at her hands tightly entwined with Haris, the pain was worse than what I had gotten before I died.

I wanted to reach out and touch her, but she would only give me a cold face.

Maybe for her, I was really dead, which was good for her.

They went back to our wedding room hand in hand.

As soon as he entered the door, Callie couldn't wait to push him down on the sofa, raising the corners of his mouth. "Haven't you always wanted to go home with me? It's a rare opportunity, so don't waste it."

Haris hugged her in his arms, but pretended to refuse, "It's not good. If Corson knows it, he will be angry again. I don't want you to always quarrel about me."

I knew he was deliberately mentioning me in order to deepen Callie's disgust for me.

Sure enough, the smile on her face turned into disgust in an instant. "Why do you mention him? He is my servant. What kind of temper can he have? Whatever I tell him to do, he must be obedient, or he will get out of this house! He can't even compare with you in my heart. If I hadn't needed how much money he had in his hand, how could I have been with him?"

A few simple words were the sharpest weapon to hurt me. Thinking of the years I had paid without complaint or regret, it turned out to be a joke in her eyes, and I just felt in a trance.

Their lips were so intimately united that their movements became more and more bold.

It seemed that it was more impulsive for them to do something in the house I bought.

And I could only watch my wife sleep with another man, which tortured me even more than kills me.

At least, not in our wedding room...