Chapter 11
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The only thing I could still hear clearly were the prayers from outside, each word striking my heart like a divine hammer.
Tears streamed down my face without my noticing. Desperate and hopeful, I tried to move toward that voice.
But a blinding flash of white light stopped me, pushing me back.
When my vision cleared, I found myself outside the door, standing next to Wilson.
He wore a tailored suit, sighing deeply as he pleaded with the door, his voice gentle yet desperate.
"Melody, please. Open the door. I'm not angry. Whatever makes you happy, I'll do it. Just please open up."
I stared at him in shock, then turned to look at the closed door.
With sudden clarity, I understood—I was already dead.
James rushed down the hallway toward us, panic written across his face.
"Sir, you need to come quickly! There's a situation!
The guests are in an uproar about why a wedding has turned into a funeral. Some are threatening to leave, saying it's bad luck and demanding explanations!"
Before James finished speaking, Wilson's parents stormed over. His father's hand cracked across Wilson's face.
"Worthless boy! Are you trying to destroy us completely?"
