When He Realized the Dead Girl Was Me

Synopsis

Three years after breaking up with Christopher Grant, I was pushed from a high-rise building, and my lifeless body was dumped in the desolate wilderness. Upon his return to the country, Christopher happened to drive and ran over my corpse. Grief-stricken and confused, my senile grandmother accused him of hit-and-run murder. As a high-powered attorney, Christopher didn't hesitate. He hired the top legal team in the country, effortlessly proved his innocence, and then sued my frail grandmother for extortion—sending her straight behind bars. Once the dust settled, his friends threw him a dinner party to wash away the "bad luck" he'd encountered the moment he stepped foot back home. In the middle of the celebration, someone casually laughed, "Speaking of which, what a crazy coincidence—that dead girl, Natalie James? Wasn't she your ex back in the day, Mr. Grant?" Clatter. The wine glass slipped from Christopher's fingers, shattering into pieces against the floor. Under the bright chandeliers, every last drop of color drained from his face—leaving him deathly pale.