Restarting Life: Back From the Dead novel Chapter 20

“When Felicia passed away, I should have followed her into death. The only reason I remained alive was because of her final request. Don’t try to convince me otherwise—I’ve made my decision,” Sebastian said firmly, his voice heavy with resolve.

He continued, “Once I’m gone, please place our portraits side by side and arrange for my cremation. I want to be buried with this locket close to me. After everything is settled, each of you will receive three percent of the Fuller family’s shares.”

He paused briefly before adding, “The rest of my assets will be donated to those in need, under the names of Felicia, Steven, and myself. The Lane family’s assets will be given out in Felicia’s and Fiona’s names.”

Having declared his wishes, Sebastian moved toward the portrait of Richard and Marissa. With deep reverence, he knelt and bowed his head in homage to them, honoring their memory in silence.

Then, rising slowly, he accepted the prayers and well-wishes offered by those gathered around him.

“Sebastian, I hope you find peace and happiness in the next life. May you have a loving family and a wonderful wife,” one friend said earnestly.

One by one, his friends approached, bidding their farewells. A faint smile touched Sebastian’s lips. In that quiet moment, he finally grasped what Felicia must have felt—when time is short, having loved ones see you off is a comfort beyond words.

After the funeral concluded, Sebastian carefully laid Richard’s and Marissa’s ashes to rest in their graves. A soft smile played on his face as he whispered to himself, “Felicia, wait for me. I’ll join you soon.”

Once all was done, he approached Felicia’s grave, clutching the locket that held her ashes tightly in his hand. Gently, he touched her gravestone, a broader smile spreading across his face.

“Felicia, I’ve missed you so much. Now, finally, we can be together. In the next life, we won’t argue or fight. We’ll just be happy, forever. Agreed?”

With a steady hand, he lifted a dagger and plunged it into his own heart. Blood immediately seeped out, staining his shirt a deep crimson.

As the warmth drained from his body and his senses began to fade, he smiled softly and closed his eyes slowly.

Eight years felt like a lifetime ago, and he couldn’t recall what they had been fighting about back then. But one thing was clear—he didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes from his past life: the endless quarrels, the lack of honesty between them.

So when Felicia demanded he admit his fault once more, Sebastian raised his hand in surrender without hesitation.

“I’m sorry! I was wrong! Felicia, please let me go!”

Felicia studied him suspiciously for a moment before finally releasing him. His face was wet with her saliva, and she poked him a few times, scrutinizing him carefully.

“Sebastian, something’s not right with you. You didn’t fight back! You’ve changed! Tell me, did some monster swap you out?” she said, pouting as she took a cautious step back.