My Death Never Forgive Novel by Avery Moore _ Novel





My Death Never Forgive Chapter 01

The last time I fought with my husband, Roderick Hopson, he slammed the door and stormed out.
In my rage, I suffered a sudden heart attack and died.
Roderick took his "leisurely vacation" to travel the country with his unforgettable love, Kimberly Welch, and her child, Samuel Welch.
Meanwhile, our young daughter was home alone, staying by my body for seven whole days.
When he finally remembered us, he found me cold and dead.
Our daughter Laura Hopson, weak and gaunt from illness, was on the verge of fainting herself.
Roderick broke down completely, holding her in front of my grave and crying hysterically.
But the little girl struggled free from his arms and hid behind my tombstone.
She blinked her eyes and asked, "Who are you? Please don't disturb my mommy, okay?"
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That day, Roderick and I had the worst fight we'd ever had.
He swept everything off the table and roared at me.
"Celine, stop being so paranoid! There's nothing between Kimberly and me!"
I silently picked up the lipstick I'd found in his jacket.
It was a limited-edition luxury brand, hard to get, but it had clearly been used.
I swallowed the pain and sighed, "Can you please be rational? Think of the child."
Roderick slapped the lipstick out of my hand.
The force left a deep red mark on the back of my hand.
"I'm sick of this! Do whatever you want from now on."
With that, he grabbed his coat from the couch and stormed out, slamming the door.
The sound was deafening.
I squatted weakly on the floor, cleaning up the mess he'd made.
Our five-year-old daughter Laura, ran out of the bedroom.
She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, touching the red mark on my hand.
"Mommy, does it hurt?"
Looking at her teary eyes, I pulled her into my arms, my heart breaking for her.
Her soft embrace eased the frustration in my heart greatly.
Late at night, her soft breathing settled into a steady, deep rhythm.
Suddenly, my phone on the bed pinged with a message. I opened it absent-mindedly.
It was a photo from Kimberly.
In the photo, Roderick was lying shirtless on white hotel sheets.
Instantly, rage surged through me, and my heart constricted in sharp pain. I stumbled to the living room for my medication.
But the bottle I always kept there was gone.
On the brink of death, it suddenly dawned on me.
It was Roderick.
He'd knocked over everything during the fight earlier.
A white pill bottle had fallen out of the window, and that contained the medicine that could have saved my life.
The cardiac arrest happened so suddenly. By the time I realized it, I was already a ghost floating in the air.
I looked at my sleeping daughter, feeling even more helpless as bitterness spread through me.
I got my liberation from my death, but Laura was so small. What would happen to her?
The next morning, Laura slept in until she woke naturally.
Still drowsy, she opened her eyes and tried to snuggle up to my arm as she always did.
But she didn't see me.
Realizing this, she pouted, barefoot, running around the house.
She called out "Mommy" in every room.
Finally, she found me collapsed by the couch.

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