I watched her arrange my affairs—preparing my body, notifying my family and friends and holding vigil for me. She handled everything, step by step, with care, but the toll on her was obvious.
Within a few short days, she had visibly thinned.
Three days before my funeral, Lily sat before my urn, murmuring softly, “James, I don’t know if I should tell Sophia. Can you give me a sign?”
Of course, I couldn’t give her an answer. But deep down, I wished she wouldn’t tell Sophia.
I feared that if Sophia learned of my death, she might clap her hands in celebration.
As long as I didn’t witness it, I could still lie to myself, pretending otherwise.
Just then, a ringtone broke the silence.
I glanced at Lily’s phone.
It was a call from Sophia.
Lily didn’t take her eyes off my urn. Without looking at the screen, she reached out, picked up the phone and answered the call.
“Lily, the wedding between Ethan and me is in three days. I’ll send you the location later—don’t forget to come.”
For a moment, I felt suffocated. I hadn’t realized the dead could still feel.
Lily’s face went pale. “Why did you choose that day?”
Sophia’s voice carried a hint of confusion. “Is there a problem?”
“No, no problem at all. I’ll be there,” Lily replied.
After hanging up, she turned to my urn and whispered, “Did you hear that? She scheduled her wedding with Ethan for that day.”
“But that’s the day of your funeral!”
Yes, it was. That was the day of my funeral.
But Sophia and I were divorced. She was free to marry Ethan whenever she wanted. There was nothing I could do to change it.
Three days later, Lily put on a black dress, a matching veil and an expressionless face before leaving the house.
I wanted to stop her, to tell her not to go. But I couldn’t. I could only hover beside her, following as she walked into the wedding venue.
The moment Lily stepped inside, dressed as she was, the guests’ faces turned to shock.
Sophia, radiant in her white wedding gown, came forward to greet her. Her expression darkened.
“Lily, what are you wearing? This joke is a bit much, don’t you think?”
“I’m not joking,” Lily said coolly. “After attending your wedding, I have to head to James’s funeral. There’s no time to change.”
