After I Died, She Burned The World

Synopsis

I spent a decade playing sisters with the fake heiress. Ten years of smiles, ten years of silent war. At twenty-six, I walked out of the Price estate, certain our story was finally over. I was wrong. Days before my wedding, I learned she'd been sleeping with my fiancé. I fled the hotel in a haze, and a drunk driver ended my life on the pavement. But death didn't release me. I stayed, weightless and unseen, orbiting her like a ghost chained by unfinished business. I watched her organize my funeral, keeping vigil beside my coffin for three sleepless nights Then she ruined my fiancé's company and forced him to kneel at my grave and confess. On the twenty-first day after I died, he burned himself alive in his own home. Soon after, she founded a charity in my name—then slit her wrists in a forgotten, collapsing orphanage. And through it all, one question clung to me like frost: Why? Was't I the one she was supposed to hate?