Impassioned Missives From Beyond

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Prompt from DailyPrompt.com

My dearest Beatrice, I pray my words reach you. Surely, your love being as strong as mine, even the astral plane cannot halt the communion of our souls!
For I fear I am indeed dead. But, from what I have gleaned of the mortal world, that is the only truth about my passing, near buried in falsehood and slander. No doubt you already knew that I would never willingly abandon you, so I will merely confirm that my corpse was doctored, and I certainly was not selling information to the enemy!
Sadly, I know nothing more; my last memory is of our final loving night together, which while a great comfort to reflect on gives no clues as to who murdered me. I am certain it must be insurrectionists, seeking to seize my work and twist it to their violent ends.
I implore you to take utmost care, and make haste to 63 Wright Street and speak to one Madam Paulina, a medium who can help us reunite. Once I am back on the mortal plane I should remember more.
Forever yours, Arthur.

My sweet Beatrice, I hope this message reaches you, for I fear I am losing my grip on the mortal realm. Please, go to 63 Wright Street and ask for the medium Paulina!
In love and fear, Arthur.

You two-faced shitstain! I cannot believe this! I do hope this message reaches your festering soul, as I suspect the others did, for I cannot go to my rest without saying my piece.
You may be wondering how I caught on to your little ruse. Well, Beatrice - if that’s even your real name! - Madam Paulina managed to get hold of my cousins. Yes, the twins, whom I had been estranged from for over twenty years due to that family schism over which side ought to inherit Great-Grandmother’s rapier. And they, despite swearing never to speak to any of us again, came at once to help me manifest.
No sooner was I on the mortal plane than I was brought to my ghostly knees by the memory of my death.
Did you really have to smother me with the dog bed cushion, Beatrice? Was that in any way necessary? Did you derive amusement from me choking on fur in my final moments? You are an utter monster.
And then, not only did you doctor my corpse to make it seem as if I hanged myself, not only did you steal my work to sell it to the enemy, you ran off with my nephew?? While this may be a strange thing to focus on, he is half your age! And highly impressionable. Please, I implore you, do not draw him into violent insurrectionism, or whatever evil you have planned! He is a very sweet young man with a promising future.
If you do not turn from this path, be warned that I will not cross to the other side until I can personally usher you there.
Forever after you, Arthur.

Prompt was “Write an apology that slowly turns into an accusation.”