Chapter 18
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This isn't funny at all..."
Wilson cradled "my" body, laughing through his tears.
Without warning, he scooped up my body and ran for the door, screaming for the family doctor.
The guests still lingering in the hall gasped at the sight—a blood-soaked bride in the arms of a frantic groom. Whispers and pointing spread like wildfire.
"Holy shit—she's actually dead!"
"He's carrying a corpse! Is he insane? Christ, they dragged us here for this..."
Wilson ignored them all, carrying "me" while frantically calling for help, even dialing 911 with shaking fingers. He stumbled and fell repeatedly, but each time he shielded my body with his own, never letting "me" touch the ground.
Following him, watching his complete breakdown, I felt a dark satisfaction bloom within me.
As I savored his pain, security guards appeared from nowhere. They tackled Wilson to the ground and wrenched "my" body from his arms.
"Melody! MELODY! What are you doing to her?!"
He thrashed against their hold, only to be silenced by his father's vicious slap.
"Enough! She's dead, you fool. DEAD."
