10
I’m not sure why I haven’t disappeared yet.
It’s like I’ve been tied to Ryan, following him wherever he goes.
To be honest, it’s annoying.
My death didn’t really seem to affect him much.
He continued eating, working, and living his life as if nothing had happened.
Claire moved out of the Downtown Loft not long after I died.
I never expected to see how things actually were between them.
It turns out, Ryan had been telling the truth: his relationship with Claire was purely professional. He never said anything to her beyond work
instructions.
Meanwhile, Claire, every time she came into his office to bring him paperwork, would hike up her skirt a little higher or loosen her blouse a
little more.
She did her makeup every day, seizing every opportunity to get Ryan’s attention.
But Ryan’s eyes never lingered on her for even a second.
This continued until the day my memories were broadcast live across the world.
That day, every TV, every video app, and every digital billboard was playing my memories.
Ryan couldn’t escape it even if he wanted to.
My life, my memories, laid bare for the world to see.
As soon as the broadcast started, the comment sections blew up:
“Is she… reborn? (Probably not.)”
“Dude, it’s just a dream, come on. No one comes back from the dead.”
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“If this was a book, I’d be hooked. The writing is amazing!”
“She must’ve been driven mad by her cheating husband and that mistress. Imagine giving up a transplant over a dream!”
“If it were me, I’d take the new kidney and leave the jerk, then enjoy my new life with someone hotter.”
Meanwhile, Ryan’s face grew darker and darker.
He picked up his phone and made
“I want the full details on the p
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who donated a kidney to my wife. I want the report in an hour.”
Within minutes of hanging up, the report arrived.
I peeked over his shoulder.
Sure enough, there was Claire’s picture and medical records.
Ryan’s expression turned to stone.
Right at that moment, Claire called him.
He glanced at the screen coldly and answered just before the call went to voicemail.
“Hello.”
“Ryan, are you on your way back? Where are you?” Claire’s voice sounded us t
Ryan ignored her question. “What do you need?”
“There are a few contracts from sales that need your signature. I sent the files to your email. You can look them over on your way
“Got it.”
Ryan hung up immediately.
Just from Claire’s anxious tone, it was clear she had seen the broadcast and was now trying to gauge his reaction.
She must have known that the carefully crafted image she’d maintained was starting to crumble.
