Betraying Me in Life, Worshiping Me in Death

After a wave of searing pain, my soul drifted out of my body. The doctor covered me with a white sheet and calmly announced the time of death.

"Scott Moore, male, suicide by jumping."

Not far away, my wife, Monique Holmes, was accepting Connor Grant's proposal, completely oblivious to the chaos unfolding nearby.

"Yes, I will!"

As Monique nodded shyly in agreement, the onlookers erupted with enthusiasm, praising them as a perfect match made in heaven.

But I was Monique's husband.

Bitterness welled up inside me. We weren't even divorced yet. Wasn't this cheating?

Someone noticed Monique wearing two rings and joked that Connor was so thoughtful he bought rings in pairs. Both their faces instantly stiffened.

Connor's gaze darkened, his tone dripping with jealousy and accusation as he said, "You're still thinking about him? Take it off. Now."

Monique frantically yanked off the ring and threw her arms around Connor.

"You're doubting me again? Scott and I never had any real feelings. God knows why I was stupid enough to marry him.

"I even aborted his child for you. Isn't that enough?"

I felt dazed. Monique had never spoken to me in such a gentle tone. But maybe she had once, before she lost her memory.

Monique's phone buzzed insistently, my number flashing on the screen. She frowned and, under Connor's watchful glare, turned it off.

The nurse sighed in defeat, climbed into the ambulance, and drove away.

Connor muttered a curse under his breath. "He couldn't even pick a better place to die. Just had to do it right here."

Monique leaned against Connor's shoulder, disgust flashing in her eyes as she joined in, saying, "If he wanted to die, he should've done it somewhere else. Clearly the guy deserved it."

They exchanged a smile.

I laughed bitterly at myself. Why did I marry such a heartless woman?

Watching them cling to each other, one of Connor's friends said enviously, "Monique, I can't believe you two reconnected after five years apart. Talk about fate!"

Monique's eyes sparkled with tenderness. "Connor never gave up on me. When I had my car accident, he was the one who rushed me to the hospital. How else do you repay someone who saves your life?"

Connor rubbed the back of his neck and quickly changed the subject.

My heart jolted.

Monique was still deceiving herself. She truly believed Connor was the one who saved her.