The Day I Died, He Married Her

Chapter 25

In the end, I couldn't bring myself to refuse Ethan Winters.

He was the man I had loved my entire life.

In life, and even in death.

He confessed the truth about Lily's child, and I was stunned when I heard it.

Back then, I had just learned I had gastric cancer.

Thinking I would die soon, I wanted to leave some mark on this world.

I never imagined it would drive him to such madness.

"Then why did you make Lily terminate the pregnancy in the end?"

He was silent for a long time before answering, "Rachel... when I found out the truth, I was filled with regret."

"Bringing that child into the world would have been a betrayal of our love."

"Besides... Lily didn't deserve to carry your child."

Rachel and Ethan Winters made up.

All the misunderstandings and grudges from our past lives were cleared up.

Only the truth behind our breakup remained—a secret he refused to share.

Gradually, I stopped pressing for answers.

After all, the past was like smoke. I should focus on the present.

But I never expected Ethan to become even more shameless as a ghost.

He actually pestered the Grim Reapers, asking how spirits could practice spiritual cultivation together.

My face burned with embarrassment.

At first, the Black Reaper refused to answer.

But after relentless badgering, he finally waved a hand in annoyance.

"Enough! If you want to cultivate, go back to the mortal world!"

A breeze rustled through the leaves as sunlight bathed the campus in golden warmth.

Standing at the foot of the academic building in a flowing white dress, I felt as if waking from a dream. Amid the bustling crowd, I spotted the boy I loved—running toward me with everything he had.

His eyes were tinged with red, his breath slightly uneven as he pulled me into a fervent embrace.

"Rachel!"

Cradling my face in his hands, he kissed me with a passion that bordered on reverence. "Rachel, we're back."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, responding just as ardently.

Yes, fate was truly miraculous.

After all the twists and turns, we had somehow returned to that crossroads of destiny.

Only this time, neither of us took the wrong path.

Beneath the locust tree, the Grim Reapers watched as Rachel Summers and Ethan Winters shared a passionate kiss, their lips locked in an embrace that seemed unwilling to part. A sigh of contentment escaped them.

The dark-cloaked Reaper smirked. "I told you—they're destined soulmates. Death can't claim them."

The white-cloaked Reaper arched a brow. "Don't think I don't know about the hundred billion underworld banknotes Ethan slipped you. You tampered with the Book of Fate."

The dark Reaper blinked, feigning innocence. "Absolutely not. Clearly, the heavens couldn't bear to let these two lovers suffer."

Time stretched endlessly in the mortal realm, an unending tapestry of days and years.

From longing glances to shared lifetimes, Rachel and Ethan's story had only just begun.

(The End)