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I died.
After five hours of desperate attempts to revive me, my heart flatlined.
That was when I realized: when you die, it doesn’t actually hurt.
I didn’t even feel like I was dead.
Ryan came to the hospital the following afternoon after hearing the news.
He was still wearing the wrinkled clothes he’d worn during his drunken stupor.
It was rare to see him in public looking so disheveled.
He grabbed the doctor by the collar, screaming and shouting in disbelief.
He couldn’t accept that I was gone.
Not until he saw my medical reports, the treatment records, the signature on the form where body under the white sheet in the morgue.
Only then did he break down, sobbing uncontrollably, collapsing on the floor.
He fainted not long after.
When he woke up, he looked like he had aged ten years.
I refused the kidney transplant, and finally, my
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He went to the doctor’s office and demanded to take my body with him.
medical research. It will be used to develop new technologies here at the hospital.”
The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Carter, but before she passed, your ex–wife signed an agreement for in the fute Beckette
The research involved extracting my memories for a global live broadcast.
The hospital was being very cautious, not disclosing any details before the broadcast began.
Ryan clenched his jaw. “I’ll pay. You need funding for research, right? Name your price. I just want her body.”
He was relentless, to the point where everyone around thought he must have truly loved me.
But I just found it ridiculous.
In the end, the hospital administration stepped in to deny his request.
This was a government matter, and no amount of money could change that.
Ryan had no choice but to give up.
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her body to be used for
