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On the day cancer claimed my life, my spouse was engrossed in celebrating his lover's birthday.
When the physician rang to notify him of my passing, he dismissed it as another of my ploys to evade our divorce.
He replied coldly, "If she's determined to die, so be it. It spares me the hassle of divorcing her."
However, destiny had other ideas. A film about my struggle with cancer unexpectedly became popular, and news of my death spread online.
Only then did he grasp the seriousness of the situation and hurried to the medical center.
Upon seeing my lifeless form, he collapsed in tears, sobbing, "Wendy, forgive me. I was mistaken!"
But it was too late. I would never return to hear his regrets.

Husband's Cruel Birthday Betrayal

I awoke with a start, finding myself back in the house I once shared with Terry.


There he was, the man I'd yearned for, absently scrolling through his phone on the couch.


I moved closer, only to pass right through him.


The horrifying realization struck me: I was deceased, yet somehow still present.


"Terry, this place is filthy. How long has Wendy been away enjoying herself?"


A cloyingly sweet voice pierced the air. Katherine, looking flawless, scrutinized the room with disdain.


Terry massaged his temples before drawing Katherine into an embrace.


"She's avoiding me. Don't fret, I'll divorce her soon."


Katherine snuggled into his arms, smiling coyly.


My heart ached watching my husband so casually hold another woman in our home.


They kissed shamelessly beneath our wedding photo, still hanging on the wall like a silent accusation.


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