Chapter 75
Shane yanked off the bedding without any hesitation. “Throw it away and bring a new bed over.”
“Yes,” The helper replied.
…And also replace the carpet,” Shane added.
He thought he could erase Amber’s presence with that? How hilarious.
The housekeeper, noticing his unstable mood, dared not say more. She gathered up the bedding and left quietly.
While collecting the sheets, her eyes fell on faint water stains that had dried into spots. There was even a barely visible trace of dark red.
She wasn’t a novice. How could she not understand what those stains were?
I had been missing for a long time. There was no way I had left those marks.
Her expression turned pale with shock as realization dawned on her.
In households like ours, secrets abounded. She quickly bundled up the bedding and hurried out of the room.
But as she left, I noticed the unsteady, panicked shuffle in her steps. I worried she might trip and tumble down the stairs in her anxious state.
Then again, she was only a housekeeper. She had stumbled upon an earth–shattering secret of her employer. Knowing how well she and I had gotten along, her heart was likely heavy with guilt and anger on my behalf.
That bedding set had been my personal commission, ordered a year prior from a master embroiderer in Tessarmis. Just the intricate details of the bed linens alone had taken the artisan an entire year to complete.
No one knew better than the housekeepers how much care I had poured into our wedding. They had been by my side all along, after all.
All my meticulous efforts had been so carelessly defiled. Of course, she would feel bad for me.
Perhaps she was hesitating whether she should tell me about this.
The room was redone, with fresh blue bedding with tiny pink flowers. Even the carpet was replaced.
Every trace of Amber–the nightgown she wore, toothbrush, bathrobe–was thrown away on Shane’s orders.
Even his own matching items were discarded.
Shane purchased new matching electric toothbrushes, rinse cups, and bathrobes.
See? If a man truly loved you, how could he forget such things?
When I was alive, I loved choosing matching items. I always sought his opinion. Back then, Shane would glance at his phone and respond half–heartedly. “Anything is good.”
I had bought a collection of matching items for us, only to find them missing during my next visit to the Lundberg residence.
I confronted him about it with a cold expression. He looked guilty for a split second before explaining that the housekeeper had replaced them.
I discovered later that it was Amber who had discarded them. After that, I never bought anything matching again.
I was dead now. So what was he doing all this for?
He even had a striking bouquet of red roses placed in the bedroom as though to declare his undying love for me.
I looked at our wedding photo. I was leaning close to him, while his expression seemed distant.
He was probably thinking about Amber then.
He appeared to realize this, staring at the photo for a long time before speaking softly, “Ally, I
take.” will find you. You’ll always be my wife, no matter what form you
Oh, how moving-
But alas, the “me” he loved so dearly has already been reduced to nothing but flesh, smeared across the statue he treasured most.
Shane, when would you realize that the one you’re longing for was right there?
I stood at the window, looking down. From here, I could clearly see the statue in the
courtyard, hands raised in a gesture of divine grace.
Yet, under the bright sunlight, I saw no divinity. It only seemed eerie.
Shane’s phone started ringing, and he answered the call.
From the other end came Devon’s voice, “Mr. Lundberg, we’ve found news of Mrs. Lundberg.”
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