I watched him in his dazed state, but inside, I felt nothing. If I could send him one final message, it would be:
[Even if there was an afterlife, I never want to see you again]
Perhaps it was Michelle’s sudden departure, or maybe it was my silence that struck a nerve.
Either way, Keith drove straight to the mortuary.
The undertaker was preparing my body, while my mother and Wanda stood nearby, weeping quietly.
The moment Keith saw my lifeless body, he froze, completely stunned.
He tried to move closer, but the police stopped him.
“Only family members are allowed.”
Tears welled up in his eyes as he almost lost control as he shouted, “She was my fiancée!”
Then… “She is my fiancée,” he corrected himself quietly.
After my mother gave a nod of approval, the police finally allowed him through.
Keith walked over to my body and stared at my deathly pale face.
It wasn’t a game or a ploy this time.
The brutal reality hit him, and he lost all composure, collapsing to his knees, completely broken.
He mumbled, his lips trembling, “Astrid, this isn’t real… It can’t be.”
His hands shook as he lifted them to touch my face.
My mother’s sharp voice cut through the room, “Don’t you dare touch my daughter! You’re not worthy of her!”
She shoved him back with all her might.
