Before I died, I was nothing more than a burden to my wealthy family and a “training prop” to my violent husband. One night, he ended my life with rope and brutality, then stuffed my body into a punching bag—hanging it in our home like a trophy. Three days later, my family finally stepped into the mansion—not to save me, but to confront me about my “disappearance.” It wasn’t until my three-year-old’s trembling finger pointed at the bag that the truth exploded. Can my spirit ever find peace? And will the one life I loved most escape the shadows of it all?

Please Save My Lily

Three days later, we're at Forest Lawn Memorial Park for my cremation. It's nothing like the glitzy Hollywood sendoffs you see on TV. Just grass, trees, and quiet that actually means something.
Vincent and Elena drop to their knees in front of my urn like their legs just gave out. Vincent's usually...

Chapter 13