Seven Days To Bury Myself Novel by Mira Nightfall _ Novel





Seven Days To Bury Myself Chapter 01

My name was Annalise Hayworth, and I was dead.
The bad news was: I had drowned in Puget Sound during the midnight high tide. No one saw the waves drag me under.
The good news was: the Grim Reaper gave me a chance to bury myself properly within a week.
I planned to leave this task to my husband, Theodore Godfrey.
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Luck was a mysterious thing.
When I was at my lowest, even watching the tide roll in was enough to get me killed.
Eight hours after I died, I carried my own corpse home.
That was when I ran straight into Theodore—fresh from another woman's bed, a smudge of lipstick staining his collar.
He stepped out of the car, his tailored suit hugging his frame, highlighting his broad shoulders and a narrow waist, making him impossibly handsome.
Wealth and privilege had wrapped him in luxury since birth, gifting him a charm that made women fall for him even past thirty.
He stared at me coldly and snapped, "Annalise, what are you carrying? As my wife, how can you look like a hobo rummaging through trash?"
My heart lurched, but years of mutual hatred made me shoot back on instinct.
"Oh? I thought you'd forgotten you were married, considering you were parading your new girl around yesterday."
Theodore shot me an icy glance. "It kind of surprises me that you didn't make a scene this time."
I stared at him quietly with a smile, my heart shattering.
Actually, I'd tried. His scandal had popped up on my phone while I was walking along Puget Sound.
"Mr. Godfrey spends hundreds of thousands on his new lover."
"Mr. Godfrey openly cheats on his wife."
"Mr. Godfrey spends a wild night with a hottie."
It wasn't the first time Theodore had cheated. But it was our fifth anniversary, and I couldn't stay composed.
I dialed his number over and over, not noticing the massive wave surging behind me. By the time I realized it, the water had already swallowed me.
Snapping back to reality, I scoffed. "Theodore, if you've forgotten you're married, how about I play the wedding video for you?
"Let's see how you swore through tears that you'd never betray me."
Theodore curled his thin lips into a cold smile. "Sure, play it. I could use a reminder of how tender and gentle you used to be."
He turned and walked inside, as if he genuinely intended to find that wedding tape.
I pressed my lips together and silently dragged the body bag after him.
Thankfully, a month ago, I had fallen seriously ill, and my weight had dropped below 40 kilos. Otherwise, I never could've carried myself.
I was about to head upstairs when Cohen Garrett, the butler, hurried over.
He had served the Godfrey family for nearly fifty years. Even a hothead like Theodore treated him with the utmost respect.
Cohen called out in a robust voice, "Someone, come help Mrs. Godfrey carry this upstairs!"
Startled, I quickly waved my hand. "I've got it, thanks."
Cohen didn't insist. Watching Theodore rummaging under the TV cabinet, he added, "Mr. Godfrey specially ordered the hazelnut cake you liked yesterday, along with several pieces of jewelry.
"The cake's still fresh, and I put the jewels in your jewelry box. Would you like to try them on later?"
In front of the TV, Theodore heard him and turned toward me, his face weary.
"Five years of marriage, and you nag about the anniversary every year. I'll celebrate it this time. Don't fuss over it again."
A lump rose in my throat.
How ironic. I had waited for this for so long, only for it to be fulfilled after I was dead.
I didn't answer. I just slung the body bag over my shoulder and went upstairs, setting it in the empty wardrobe.
Theodore and I had slept in separate rooms for nearly two years. He'd never step foot in here. Besides, the Grim Reaper said the bag would keep the body from smelling for a whole week.
After stowing the body, I went back down. Theodore had opened the cake box, his face grim.
Curious, I walked over and saw a line written in chocolate sauce across the white cream: "Happy 1st Anniversary, Theodore & Madisyn!"
My mind went blank.
Madisyn Paveley—an Emmy Award–winning actress—was the woman who had trended with Theodore last night, and the longest-standing of all his mistresses.
Theodore pulled out his phone to make a call, his tone unpleasant. "Who picked up the cake I ordered? Ronald Prescott? Fine. Tell him to go to the Finance Department and collect his pay today! He's fired!"
Watching him seethe, I tugged gently at his sleeve. "Let it go.
"Just wipe the words off. It won't matter."
Theodore froze, phone still in his hand. Confusion flickered across his eyes. "Annalise, since when have you become so forgiving?"
I forced a bitter smile. "If nothing goes wrong, I'll always be this forgiving from now on."
Maybe death brought clarity. I couldn't even find the energy to be angry at his neglect anymore.
Theodore frowned and spoke into the phone, "Cut Ronald's bonus for the month."
He hung up, twirling the phone in his hand. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Do you have any wishes? I'll fulfill them to make up for this."
My fingers trembled. Surprise came first, followed by an overwhelming sense of relief.
After all, the Grim Reaper himself had given me a second chance.
It wasn't so strange that fate would make Theodore fulfill my last wish.
"I want to go to Colorado with you. Just the two of us. You'll drive," I replied.
I'd take my corpse with us. And then, I wanted Theodore to bring me to the place where I would be laid to rest in a natural burial.

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