The Fiancé Who Lived Again

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life.

His friend says teasingly, "You sure know how to stage an act, Zachary. Your fiancee cried so much over your fake death that she almost went blind!"

Zachary smiles indifferently and says, "Stepping into marriage is like taking one foot into the grave. Of course, I have to have some fun first."

I stand in the shadows and watch him bend down to kiss another woman. He then points at the tombstone I had carefully and painstakingly carved for him, laughing until he can't catch his breath.

Watching him, I feel like an utter fool.

I take out my phone and call my father. "Dad, since Zachary is dead, our engagement is null. Let's pull out of the collaboration with the Gray family's company."

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life. He held another woman in his arms fondly and mocked my devoted acts of love over the past year. That was when I realized everything had been a prank he orchestrated to "have some fun", as he said it.

I called my father, Frank Klein.

He sounded perplexed as he said, "Bebe, didn't you cry your eyes out at his funeral just this morning? You even swore to remain a widow for him for life. Why are you cutting ties so thoroughly all of a sudden?

"Besides, the Gray family is in turmoil right now. Without our support, they may have a hard time surviving this crisis."

My father thought he had misheard me, so he solemnly sought my clarification.

I smiled bitterly and replied, "I just think I should focus on the future instead of being hung up. Life has to go on, doesn't it?"

Furthermore, Zachary had never once bothered to care about how I was doing. Why should I keep waiting for him?

By the time I ended the call, Zachary and his group had already left the cemetery. I walked over to his tombstone and used all my strength to scratch it up until it was in ruins.

I had painstakingly carved this tombstone after I spent three months flying around the world. During that time, I received an anonymous letter every day. They were photos showing landscapes from around the world and the back view of a man who looked very much like Zachary.

Everyone said it was a prank, but I didn't believe it. I kept flying across the globe without stopping to rest, heading to the locations I saw in each photo. I even hired detectives to search through entire cities.

But in the end, all I got were countless disheartening results. I had grown numb to the two sentences that I always ended up hearing.

"Sorry, miss. We couldn't find him."

"Miss, we've really tried our best."

Left with no other choice and feeling desperate, I even sought out a geomancer. He