I died.

I was frozen to death, locked inside a freezer by my husband.

My soul drifted out of my body and floated over to the private lawn outside.

The lawn was filled with guests, and balloons and streamers fluttered in the breeze.

Among the crowd, I spotted my husband.

Oakley Faulkner.

He stood on stage, announcing that the wedding was temporarily suspended.

The audience immediately started murmuring.

A few friends curiously asked him, "What's going on, Mr. Faulkner? Isn't today your wedding day? Why are you suddenly pausing the ceremony?"

"It's all my fault. I wanted to try on Emmy's wedding dress, and she got upset..."

The one speaking was the girl standing next to Oakley.

Oakley's first love, Lydia.

A few girls noticed her acting slyly, rolled their eyes, and sneered, "This is her wedding, and you had the audacity to try on her dress? You did it on purpose, didn't you? No wonder the bride ran off."

Lydia's face instantly turned red from their comments. She bit her lip and tried to explain, "It's not like that, I-"

Before she could finish, Oakley stepped in front of her.

He glared coldly at the girls. "I gave her permission. Do you have a problem with that?"

His tone clearly implied that he was backing her up.

The girls fell silent and walked away.

"Brother Oakley, I really didn't mean it... I didn't know Emmy would care so much about this. I just thought the dress was beautiful... You know how rough things were for me living abroad for so long."

Lydia lowered her head, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance.

Oakley's heart softened instantly. He pulled her into his arms and comforted her in a low voice, "It's okay. This is Emilia's fault. I've locked her in the freezer. Unless she admits she was wrong, I won't let her out."

His tone was cold, as if he were talking about something trivial.

I floated over to him. As a spirit, I could clearly see the minute changes in people's expressions.

At that moment, Lydia's lips curled up slightly.

She had won the bet.

Oakley cared about her, so of course, he would stand up for her.

Of course.

And I had been dead for so long, yet no one had noticed.

Compared to Lydia, I was nothing but a fool.

"Emmy didn't mean to. Please don't let this create a rift between us. I'll feel guilty if it does."

Lydia was quite adept at knowing how to tug at Oakley's heartstrings.

My once proud and aloof husband was now as obedient as a loyal dog in front of her.

Yes, a loyal dog.

That's the best way I can describe him.

After all, seeing him like this made me sick.

Who would want to watch their husband entangle himself with another woman?

They say ghosts don't have emotions, but I don't buy that.

For example, right now, I wanted nothing more than to slap Oakley in the face.

I wanted to ask him why he was so cruel to me.

But I couldn't.

Oakley, hearing Lydia's considerate words, grew even more angry as he thought of me being unreasonable.

He sighed, gently stroking Lydia's hair. "Lily, you're just too kind, which is why she bullies you. Don't worry, I'll make sure she apologizes to you."

Lydia, satisfied with his promise, nodded obediently.

Claiming she didn't feel well, Oakley quickly took her to the lounge to rest.

Once she closed her eyes, Oakley sat by her side for a while before getting up and leaving.

He headed straight for the bride's dressing room.

Where my body was.

"Has she admitted her mistake yet?" Oakley asked coldly, his demeanor completely different from the gentle, gentlemanly persona from earlier.

The man guarding the door replied, "No, Mrs. Faulkner still refuses to yield."

Saying that, the man trembled.

Sweat poured down his face.

He was afraid Oakley would find out.

I had been locked up for half a day.

Oakley had given strict orders for them to check on me every hour.

For the first two hours, they had done their job.

But after seeing Oakley with Lydia, mingling from place to place...

"Do you think Mr. Faulkner has forgotten about Mrs. Faulkner?"

"Shh, Emilia may not even be Mrs. Faulkner anymore. Didn't you see how he treated Miss Lydia today compared to Emilia?"

"True. So, maybe we can slack off a bit. Honestly, it smells terrible in there. I don't dare go in anymore. Besides, she's clearly out of favor. Let's use this time to score some points with Miss Lydia. Who knows, we might get a reward later."

…

And so, I was forgotten.

Until I took my last breath.

No one had come in.

Oakley's face darkened after hearing the report.

"Open the door. I want to see her."