Outside was extremely noisy, with an auntie getting into a fight with the security guard. A crowd of onlookers gathered at the entrance, discussing animatedly.

I floated over to the window to watch the commotion. I saw them vividly describing the details of my accident, saying that Yang Jin's shop had planned a fierce business battle, and my death was related to the newly appointed young manager.

"The Lin family's parents waited for news of their daughter's wedding results but received news of her death instead, turning grey-haired overnight."

"That groom was also quite pitiful, his body filled with steel nails, attempting suicide numerous times. It's been three years, and he still hasn't recovered. Pity the one who loved him so deeply."

It had been three years since my death, and it was the first time I heard news concerning my parents and fiancé.

My mother, who loved beauty so much, and my father, who was so career-oriented, surprisingly didn't want to deal with anything after my accident. They lived in the temple all year round, reciting prayers for me every day.

Wen Yi couldn't get over it. He suffered from severe depression and had attempted suicide three times this year.

I widened my eyes, tears streaming down.

During our dating days, we watched TV dramas. When the male lead's wife passed away two years ago, he married the female lead.

I was furious, battling with netizens online, hurling insults left and right.

I said the male lead was a despicable person, reminiscing about his deceased wife while pursuing a new girlfriend. His love was truly cheap.

The male lead's fans argued with me, saying his late wife had been dead for two years, so what? Did the male lead have to remain a widower for the rest of his life?

Ha, just two years, and he couldn't bear it? His wife and child were in heaven, and he was marrying a new bride on earth?

Wen Yi finished washing the fruit, saw me fuming like a pufferfish, and hugged me, asking who had upset his wife.

I redirected my anger from the male lead to him: "All you men are heartless!"

Upon learning the reason for my anger, he couldn't help but laugh, saying, "It's just a TV drama, no need to argue with those people."

Me: "Their moral compass is skewed."

He played along, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, my wife has the most upright moral compass, she's the most loyal and righteous."

I snarled, "If I die, and you dare to remarry immediately, I'll come back as a vengeful ghost and take you away."

He held me, clasping my hands, drawing close to me, softly promising in my ear, "Nonsense, in this life, the next life, and the one after that, besides you, I won't marry anyone else."

The past promises echoed in my ears, my heart aching intensely.

If it weren't for that incident, I would have been the happiest bride in the world.