t’s Too Late for Regret
Webtic
Chapter 1
I died on my wedding night. On the day of my wedding, my husband abandoned me at the altar, turning me into the laughingstock of the entire city.
When I was attacked by a killer and dialed for help, he told me to just die–because if I were dead, no one would upset Amber anymore.
Before I died, I saw fireworks illuminating the city. They were meant to celebrate our marriage. but had instead become his way of pleasing another woman.
I thought that once I, the stumbling block, was gone, he and Amber would finally be together, out in the open.
However, I never expected that when he learned my bones had been turned into prayer beads, ones he would caress day and night, he would lose his mind.
As my consciousness faded, I made the final phone call of my life. The line was filled with noise before his icy voice cut through.
“Allison, haven’t you had enough? I gave you a grand wedding. Spending time with Abbie doesn’t mean anything. What more do you want?
Blood drained rapidly from my body as the killer towered above me, looking down with disdain, as though I were nothing but an insect.
He knew I didn’t have much time left and that I wouldn’t cause any more trouble. But I wasn’t willing to give up. Clinging to a sliver of hope, I used every ounce of strength left in me.
“Shane… save me!”
His voice turned impatient. “Enough! Aren’t you tired of this act? Because I’m tired of watching it.”
“I’m not lying–someone is trying to kill me…”
“Heh.” He let out a cold laugh. “Allison, first you pretended to be sick, and now what? Another performance?
“Do you really crave attention that much? Abbie is your sister! You’re already Mrs. Lundberg. Do you have to push her to the brink to be satisfied?”
The freezing wind clawed at me, but it couldn’t sing as much as his words.
I looked down at the blood soaking through my wedding dress. The crimson was spreading fast. I knew my time had come.
Swallowing the words of farewell I wanted to say, I let out a faint laugh. “The one who gets to keep living is Amber. But me… I’m about to die.”
“Then hurry up and die! Once you’re gone, Abbie won’t have to be upset anymore.”
Before the call ended, I heard a sugary–sweet voice in the background. “Shane, the fireworks show is starting!”
His voice disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind rushing past. My blood–stained phone slipped from my hand, hitting the edge of the river with a heavy thud.
The splash of water stung my eyes, becoming scalding tears that trailed down my face.
Amid the falling snow, specks of light dotted the dark horizon. Drones sparkled like a galaxy, and the deafening explosions of fireworks filled the air.
My pupils reflected the vibrant bursts of color.
The grand fireworks display Shane had spent six months planning for our wedding had become his gift to another woman.
Someone sent me a photo. Amid the dazzling fireworks, Shane was holding another woman in his arms. The corners of his lips, so often cold toward me, curved into a faint smile.
In their happiness, I closed my eyes forever.
They said that, after death, souls entered the underworld to await reincarnation. If there was a next life, I hope I’d never meet Shane Lundberg again.
But fate never listened to wishes.
When I regained consciousness, the first thing I saw under the starry sky was Shane, locked in a kiss with my sister, Amber Schultz.
“Shane Lundberg! You can’t do this!” I charged toward them, screaming, only to watch my hand pass straight through their bodies.
Lowering my head, I stared at my nearly transparent form. No one noticed me.
That was when it hit me–I was already dead. Somehow, my soul had found its way back to them.
Looking at the couple kissing in front of me, I realized something painful–even after death, your heart could still ache.
It had always been me who grew up with him, my childhood intertwined with his. Not long ago, Shane had solemnly promised me that his feelings for Amber were purely platonic, that the only woman he loved was me.
Yet now, as another firework streaked across the sky with a thunderous boom, Shane suddenly pulled away from Amber, his expression conflicted.
“Abbie, we
‘t do this,” he said, his voice tinged with hesitation.
Amber’s cheeks were still flushed, her delicate face glowing under the light of the flames. She bit her lip, her voice trembling.
“Shane, I didn’t mean to… I just… I couldn’t help myself.”
Shane gently patted her head. “It’s okay. I’m not blaming you. Let me make a call.”
I watched as he pulled out his phone and dialed my number, and a chill spread through my entire body.
Over 20 years of companionship, and in the end, it meant nothing. Even the thought of me only came to him after he had indulged in an intimate moment with Amber.
The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.
1 would always answer his calls within three rings. Always. No matter the time, no matter what I was doing. But now, Shane, I was dead.
A corpse couldn’t pick up the phone.
His brows furrowed, worry flickering across his face. “Abbie, I’m going to check the location Allison sent me.”
Finally. Finally, he thought of me.
Before I died, I had sent Shane my location by the river. If he came now, he might still be able to recover my body.
But time was slipping away. I didn’t know what that meticulously prepared killer might do to my corpse if he found it first.
A small hand tugged at Shane’s wrist. Amber looked up at him with wide, tearful eyes, her voice soft and pleading.
“Shane, can you stay with me a little longer?”
Hesitation flashed in his eyes. “But Allison…
“Shane, you know how Allison loves to act. Remember when she claimed she was having surgery? You dropped a billion–dollar deal to rush to her side, and what happened? She was perfectly fine, bouncing around the hospital.”
Her voice took on a pitiful tone as she continued. “And then there was the time she said. someone was following her. Nothing happened then, either.
“Allison has always been spoiled by the family, playing games like this. She’s the eldest daughter of the Schultz family–who could possibly want to hurt her?”
Her words seemed to erase Shane’s hesitation. He rubbed his temples, exhaustion etched
across his face. “If only Allison could be half as understanding as you.”
Amber smiled. I smiled too–bitterly.
Because, once, Shane had told me, “Only unloved children have to be understanding. My Allison can stay carefree and reckless.”
But Shane didn’t come looking for me. Instead, he led Amber to our marital home.
I stood at the door, trying desperately to block her path, but it was pointless.
Amber stepped through me with a mocking smile, as if to say, “Alive or dead, you can’t stop
me.”
Wearing my wedding night lingerie, Amber emerged from the bathroom. It was meant to be a surprise for Shane, something special for our first night as husband and wife.
When Shane saw her figure beneath the sheer fabric, his Adam’s apple bobbed, his pupils darkening.
I had been with him long enough to recognize that look–desire. Anger and despair twisted inside me as I watched their growing intimacy.
“Abbie, that’s Allison’s outfit,” Shane reminded her.
“I know,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Shane, I know you stopped liking. Allison long ago. You like me, don’t you?”
“Amber Schultz, that’s enough!” Shane’s voice turned cold.
Tears streamed down her face, large and heavy, like a wounded kitten. “After tonight, you’ll officially be my brother–in–law. I’m not asking for much–just one night. Please, Shane, let
me be your woman for one night.”
“Anything else, but not this!” Shane pushed her away.
Amber stomped her foot. “Fine! If you don’t want me, I’ll find someone else! A delivery driver, a janitor, a male model–even a beggar under the bridge!”
“Stop being ridiculous!”
“If you don’t want me, you won’t even grant me this one wish… then I-”
Shane pulled her into his arms, silencing her with a kiss.
voice raw ar
I screamed, my broken, but no one heard me. The man I had loved for over a decade, the man I had married, was now entangled with Amber in our wedding bed.
That night, I watched Shane unleash every suppressed emotion he had kept locked away.
By morning, sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating Amber’s body, now covered in marks. She shyly buried herself in Shane’s arms.
Chap
Shane seemed to regain his senses, guilt flickering across his face. “Abbie, last night, we…”
I laughed coldly. What was the point of regret now? It was already too late.
“Don’t worry, Shane,” Amber whispered. “I’ll never tell Allison. From now on, you‘ brother–in–law. I’ll go abroad to study and disappear from your lives.”
Shane frowned. “Who said you should leave? You…
‘re my
Before he could finish, his phone rang. He picked up, his expression turning serious as he listened.
“Mr. Lundberg, this is the police. Early this morning, a wedding dress was retrieved from the river. It matches the one your wife, Allison Schultz, was wearing yesterday. Please come to the station to assist with the investigation.”
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