"She deliberately lured Rebecca to the site to harm her, and when that didn't work, she fled with a large sum of money," Lewis continued.
"If it weren't for your report, no one would have known what kind of person she is!"
Hearing these accusations about actions I never committed, I looked at Max in disbelief.
I hadn't expected my fiancé to provide false testimony for his childhood sweetheart, ruining my reputation.
Even though I was long dead, a chill ran through me.
Lewis glanced at Max and then at me lying on the examination table.
"It's quite a coincidence that the bones have been dead for exactly three years," he said.
"But such coincidences don't happen in the real world. Violet Lyons must be enjoying her ill-gotten gains somewhere!"
Lewis quickly dismissed his own speculation with a laugh. "Of course, someone as greedy and fearful of death as her wouldn't just die like that.
"But since she caused so much harm to Rebecca, I hope she's dead!"
Max smirked at that and said, "I'm heading back to Rebecca. She's pregnant, and I can't leave her alone."
For some reason, my spirit followed Max back to his home with Rebecca.
In the living room, there were wedding photos of them on the wall. That was supposed to be my place.
As soon as Max walked in, Rebecca greeted him. She hung her arms around his neck, kissed his left cheek, and then, with a hint of playful reproach, said, "Why did you come back so late? The food's gone cold."
Max embraced her and spoke tenderly, "Didn't we agree you'd wait for me to get home to make dinner? Why didn't you listen?"
I had never seen this caring side of Max before. In the past, I used to cook and wait at home, only for him to come back at midnight, long after the food had gone cold.
I would mumble, "The food's cold. I'll reheat it," and he would rage, throwing out the meal.
"Don't get carried away! No one asked you to wait for me!"
Now, however, he personally reheated the food and brought it back to the table.
After dinner, he carefully massaged Rebecca's ankle.
"Years ago, Violet Lyons injured your foot, leaving you with a lasting problem. Now that you're pregnant, it's even harder. Don't overexert yourself; let me handle the housework."
Hearing this, I desperately circled around them, trying to explain, but they couldn't hear me.
My fate was uncertain, but Max believed Rebecca's every word.
It was laughable.