After I Died, My Wife Began to Love Me

Her first love's business venture crumbled, leaving his family in tatters. In a bid to clear his debts, she sold the home I had labored for countless nights to acquire, a sanctuary meant for our life together.



The day I learned of my cancer, she flung Jack's depression report at me with a vengeance.



"Jack is battling depression-do you grasp the gravity of that? It's just a house we're talking about, yet you act as if it's a death sentence. Your heart is ice; one day, karma will catch up with you."



And it did, with merciless speed. I passed on, yet she clung to my urn with a ferocity that bordered on madness, as if she had lost all reason.