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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.

After I Died, My Wife Began to Love Me

Jack was tied to a chair, his mouth stuffed with several pairs of socks. He struggled to make muffled sounds, his eyes wild with fear.

Emma stood before him, her expression unreadable. She pulled the socks out of his mouth.

"You bitch! Let me go! I'm going to call the cops and have you arrested!"

A strange smile flickered across her face. Slowly, she took out a small knife, its blade gleaming coldly under the dim light.

"What are you doing?" Jack's voice wavered, his bravado crumbling.

Emma didn't answer. She traced the knife along his arm before plunging it in without warning.

Jack's scream echoed through the empty factory, sharp and desperate. A yellow puddle spread beneath his chair.

"You always said Tom was a coward, but it looks like you're the real coward here," Emma said coldly.

Jack nodded frantically, his face slick with sweat.

"Please, please let me go! I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

But no amount of pleading softened Emma's expression. Since the day I died, she had become someone else entirely.

Another stab. Jack realized there was no point in begging and started to curse.

"You witch! You killed him! Even if you kill me, Tom's not coming back. He'll haunt you forever!"

Emma's eyes burned red with fury as she drove the knife into him again and again.

Then she shook her head, muttering to herself.

"No, no, that's not true. Tom loved me. He could never hate me."

Her tears started to fall, her voice breaking.

Finally, she collapsed to the floor, holding her head, her mind unraveling.

Jack could only groan in pain, too weak to speak.

I remembered back when we were poor, Jack used to bully me. He'd bring his friends around to torment me.

But after I couldn't take it anymore, I trained for months, and one day, I fought back. I beat up his entire crew.

After that, Jack avoided me like a mouse avoids a cat.

The one who protected me back then? It was Emma.

She was the class leader, always standing up for what was right.

That's when I started to fall in love with her.

Jack, being the egotistical jerk he was, couldn't stand being humiliated. When he saw how much I liked her, he made it his mission to steal her away.

At first, Emma didn't pay him any attention. But something changed after that day at the lake.

I should've known it was because of the drowning incident.

Emma poured gasoline over Jack's body. His eyes filled with terror as she pulled out a lighter.

His screams pierced the air as flames engulfed him, consuming everything in their path.

"Tom, I'm coming to join you," she whispered.

With that, she slashed her wrists and lay down beside the fire, closing her eyes in peaceful surrender, awaiting death's cold embrace.

As her life faded, so did my soul. All my lingering attachments dissolved into nothingness, vanishing into the void.

Chapter 7