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The news hadn’t absorbed into her fully the first time he said it. Anderson had to repeat himself again before Melissa understood the gravity of her situation.

Nicholas was dead.

Behind that thick door were an array of dead bodies in a freezer and Nicholas’s was one of them.

Her fiance Nicholas, the man she was going to get married to, the man that loved her like no one else could, the man that had promised her forever was now behind that door, his corpse embalmed in the freezer.

Fuck. It had better be a dream.

Her shoulders sagged and her eyes welling up with tears that flowed unchecked down her cheeks.

So she would never see him again? Never hear his laugh, see him smile, see him on the altar, next to her and wedded in Holy Matrimony? She would never be his wife, bear his kids and make a family with him?

Was that what this meant?

Saying the news hit her like a tidal wave was an immense understatement. Her body trembled with the shock of loss. Uncontrollable sobs wracked her frame,