Chapter 5

Asher Blake began systematically investigating Olivia's past. He hired the most elite private investigators, uncovering every detail of Olivia's movements from age fifteen until her death. The investigation reports stacked waist-high, each page steeped in my blood and tears. One recording featured a phone call between seventeen-year-old Olivia and her best friend: "That fool Clara actually thinks Asher would like her? Last time I deliberately spilled red wine on her gown, and she stupidly apologized to me." "I swapped her insulin with saline. Let's see if Asher still thinks she's faking it next time she passes out from low blood sugar." "Once she's dead, everything Asher owns will be mine, including that bracelet his grandmother left him." Asher played that recording on loop the entire night. And I could only find it laughable. I was already dead. What was the point of his investigations now? When I was alive, he thought I was scheming and calculating. Now that I was dead, wh