The Day I Died at My Husband's Wedding - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Jaxon couldn't resist Ruby's puppy-dog eyes brimming with tears. Against his better judgment, he caved with a reluctant nod.
Before taking off, he actually bothered to text me:
[Sorry, Olivia. Something came up. I'll be a few days late picking you up.]
Jaxon was...keeping me informed?
The realization hit me like a slap. This was the same guy who'd ghost me without explanation, never sparing a thought for my feelings. Now suddenly he's giving me updates?
If I still had a pulse, I might've been touched by his growth. But dead girls don't do happy endings.
My ghostly self trailed Jaxon to Ruby's hometown. The moment they stepped out of the car, her relatives descended like vultures spotting fresh meat.
"Look at our Jaxon now!" Ruby's uncle clapped him on the back. "From scrappy kid to big-shot CEO!"
"A match made in heaven," her aunt cooed. "Childhood sweethearts reuniting—it's destiny!"
At dinner, Ruby's family piled Jaxon's plate sky-high while her dad kept slamming shots with him, face flushing crimson.
"Son," Ruby's father slurred, throwing an arm around Jaxon, "we always knew you'd amount to something. Now that you're family..." He leaned in closer. "How about putting some company shares in our grandbaby's name? Just for security."
Bingo. The money grab I'd warned Jaxon about a dozen times. Back when I was alive, he'd accused me of jealousy—like I was the villain for pointing out Ruby's gold-digging tendencies.
Jaxon's jaw tightened. The room went quiet.
Ruby jumped in with a nervous laugh. "Dad! It's too soon for that talk." She plopped a spicy fish fillet on Jaxon's plate—the kind he could never eat without me painstakingly deboning it first.
Her relatives weren't done. "So when's the wedding registration?" her aunt pressed. "Can't have our Ruby playing house without the papers!"
Ruby blushed, clinging to Jaxon's arm. "Maybe we could—"
SLAM. Jaxon shoved back from the table so hard glasses rattled. "We're done here." His voice turned arctic. "This was always just an act, Ruby."
Her smile froze. "But you—all those times you helped me—"
"Means nothing." Jaxon was already striding toward the door. "The only woman I love is Olivia."
Before peeling out of the driveway, he fired off another text:
Olivia, wait for me. I'm coming to get you!
When Jaxon screeched up to Maplewood Residences, his assistant Henry nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Mr. Rivers! You're not supposed to—"
"Where's Olivia?"
Henry's Adam's apple bobbed. "Sir, maybe come back tomorr—"
Jaxon barreled past him. The second the door crashed open, the stench of decay and copper hit him like a physical blow—right before his eyes landed on the grotesque centerpiece of our former home: my rotting corpse.
Before taking off, he actually bothered to text me:
[Sorry, Olivia. Something came up. I'll be a few days late picking you up.]
Jaxon was...keeping me informed?
The realization hit me like a slap. This was the same guy who'd ghost me without explanation, never sparing a thought for my feelings. Now suddenly he's giving me updates?
If I still had a pulse, I might've been touched by his growth. But dead girls don't do happy endings.
My ghostly self trailed Jaxon to Ruby's hometown. The moment they stepped out of the car, her relatives descended like vultures spotting fresh meat.
"Look at our Jaxon now!" Ruby's uncle clapped him on the back. "From scrappy kid to big-shot CEO!"
"A match made in heaven," her aunt cooed. "Childhood sweethearts reuniting—it's destiny!"
At dinner, Ruby's family piled Jaxon's plate sky-high while her dad kept slamming shots with him, face flushing crimson.
"Son," Ruby's father slurred, throwing an arm around Jaxon, "we always knew you'd amount to something. Now that you're family..." He leaned in closer. "How about putting some company shares in our grandbaby's name? Just for security."
Bingo. The money grab I'd warned Jaxon about a dozen times. Back when I was alive, he'd accused me of jealousy—like I was the villain for pointing out Ruby's gold-digging tendencies.
Jaxon's jaw tightened. The room went quiet.
Ruby jumped in with a nervous laugh. "Dad! It's too soon for that talk." She plopped a spicy fish fillet on Jaxon's plate—the kind he could never eat without me painstakingly deboning it first.
Her relatives weren't done. "So when's the wedding registration?" her aunt pressed. "Can't have our Ruby playing house without the papers!"
Ruby blushed, clinging to Jaxon's arm. "Maybe we could—"
SLAM. Jaxon shoved back from the table so hard glasses rattled. "We're done here." His voice turned arctic. "This was always just an act, Ruby."
Her smile froze. "But you—all those times you helped me—"
"Means nothing." Jaxon was already striding toward the door. "The only woman I love is Olivia."
Before peeling out of the driveway, he fired off another text:
Olivia, wait for me. I'm coming to get you!
When Jaxon screeched up to Maplewood Residences, his assistant Henry nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Mr. Rivers! You're not supposed to—"
"Where's Olivia?"
Henry's Adam's apple bobbed. "Sir, maybe come back tomorr—"
Jaxon barreled past him. The second the door crashed open, the stench of decay and copper hit him like a physical blow—right before his eyes landed on the grotesque centerpiece of our former home: my rotting corpse.
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