As I was shoved into a steel drum to sink into the Hudson River, my fiancé, Liam, was picking out a diamond ring for my adopted sister, Seraphina. He scoffed at the kidnapper's ransom call, calling it a pathetic script for attention, and blocked my number forever. In that agonizing darkness, I made an irreversible choice: to abandon any final hope of rescue, severing my love to become a cold, ghostly spectator. The direct cost was my brutal death, allowing Liam to effortlessly seize my corporate chair and erase my footprints to elevate his new bride. Now, three months later, I watch their perfect century wedding unfold. Just as they exchange rings, police storm the cathedral, clutching a heavy forensic file and gruesome photographs of my shattered bones.