He Stepped on My Ashes After I was Gone novel Chapter 6

The sky rumbled, thunder rolling through the thickening clouds above. But William’s quiet admission cut through the air louder than any storm, deafening me with its weight. Regret. Those words echoed in my hollow chest, reverberating through the emptiness that was all I had left.

I stood by William’s side, my gaze distant, watching as he held the car door open for Isabella, the two of them discussing wedding dates, their voices warm and filled with hope. They looked like the perfect couple, like something out of a dream. A cruel, twisted dream in which my existence was nothing more than a hurdle they had to overcome.

Now that I was gone, that hurdle had been cleared, and their happily ever after could begin.

The wedding I once dreamed of, William was now planning—every last detail—for Isabella. The dress, the ring, the invitations. He was consumed by it, letting everything else fall away. He didn’t even care about the company anymore, completely lost in the upcoming celebration of his life with her.

But I suppose there was a silver lining. It seemed, at last, I could finally leave William Miller behind.

He was dating Isabella Miller, and I found myself trailing behind them without even realizing it. They were taking wedding photos together, and I could stay in the car, watching from thousands of miles away.

I tried to distance myself from him, to break the habit of following him everywhere. To my surprise, I succeeded. I escaped eagerly, wandering the streets like a lost soul, feeling more like a specter than ever.

"Olivia."

I paused mid-step, turning lightly at the sound of his voice.

The night was thick with shadows, and there stood Christopher Moore under the streetlamp, a dozen beers in hand.

When he saw me, his eyes filled with tears of joy. "Olivia, it’s really you."

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