Marrying My Dead Husband Again
Language: en
When I arrived at the scene of the crash, the air was thick with the scent of burning rubber and cheap gasoline. My husband, Wright, was covered in blood. Yet, even with his chest collapsing, he was still clinging desperately to my twin sister, Gina, whose body was already broken beyond recognition. "Jodie," Wright gasped, his voice rattling in his throat, his eyes glazing over as he looked up at me. "I spent my whole life regretting marrying you just to spite your sister. I know you’ve hated me too. If there’s a next life... let's just let each other go." "Sure," I murmured, barely…