Falsely Accused

My soul followed Samantha home.I watched with my own eyes as she and Isaac lived like a married couple—feeding each other in the morning and entwined in passion at night.I remembered once, years ago, when Isaac carried a drunken Samantha home.Jealousy clawed at me, and I glared at her accusingly.Samantha slapped me hard across the face. "Isaac and I are just friends! Only someone with a dirty mind sees filth in everything!"But friends wouldn't share a bed or kiss each other so passionately.Now, under the warm yellow light of the living room, Samantha carefully laid out Isaac's suit for the next day. She was just like a dutiful wife.That used to be my job. Before every formal event, I'd select her dresses, coordinate her jewelry, and ensure every detail was perfect.She'd scoff at me, disdain heavy in her voice. "Only a poor country boy would know these tricks to serve others. You're nothing like the heir of the Henderson family. You're more like a servant!"And yet here

Samantha sent out a lot of people to look for me, but of course, they couldn't find me.My body was still in the morgue.The police and the coroner kept calling her, asking her to come identify and sign off on the body.But Samantha only trusted her own belief. She was convinced the body was a fake and that I was hiding somewhere, laughing at her.After yet another call from the police, Samantha snapped. She threw things around the villa, furious.Lewis and Elsie came by. They didn't know I was dead.Everyone assumed that my release from prison meant I'd return to Samantha's side—after all, I loved her so much. I was even willing to take the blame for a crime I didn't commit just to protect her.But every time, it was Isaac who came out to greet them. He offered coffee and shared stories of his upbringing under Elsie and Lewis's care for over 20 years.Elsie and Lewis quickly became swayed.They began to think it might be better that I didn't return from overseas. Having Isaac

The police officers eyed Samantha with suspicion.They were probably confused. I had been dead for so long, and Samantha had personally identified my body. Yet, she still refused to acknowledge that I was dead.The officer reiterated once more, "Ms. Langley, Mr. Henderson died in a gun-related incident at Sylvoria Prison a week ago."They glanced at Isaac. "You were the one who accompanied Ms. Langley to view Mr. Henderson's body that day."That day, Samantha was clinging to Isaac outside the morgue. Her actions shocked many in the office, and everyone who saw them vividly remembered them.The officer looked at Samantha helplessly. "Ms. Langley, the office has called you several times, urging you to sign the authorization for release of body and complete the necessary procedures. Why have you been ignoring our calls?"According to the regulations, you are the first in line to authorize the release of Mr. Henderson's body. If you refuse, we'll contact his immediate family to take

Samantha refused to bury my corpse.She made frequent visits to the hospital's psychiatric department. It was clear to everyone that her mental state was on the verge of collapse.News of my death soon reached the Henderson family.For the first few days, Lewis and Elsie cried their hearts out, devastated by the loss. The entire Henderson household was shrouded in gloom, with everyone grieving my death.The Hendersons even hired a priest to perform a ritual for my soul's peace.But their sorrow didn't last long.With Isaac by their side, Lewis and Elsie quickly recovered. Within a month, life in the Henderson family returned to normal.It made sense, really.While I was their biological son, I wasn't raised by them. Their feelings for me were there but shallow.The ones who truly mourned me were my adoptive parents. Overwhelmed with grief, they coughed up blood and ended up in the hospital's emergency ward.To her credit, Samantha paid for their medical bills and subsequent r

My soul had wandered for so long, and lately, I've had the sense that my time in this world was drawing close. Driven by obsession, I followed Samantha in a haze.After Mom was taken away at the funeral, she had been demanding that Samantha return my body.She was a simple rural woman, unrefined in speech and having lived an honest life. Yet she had taken this matter to the media for my sake.My soul had grown weaker. As I watched Mom tirelessly fight for me, tears welled up in my eyes.As things escalated, Dad, still recovering in the hospital, also gave an interview to the media.He had spent his life doing hard labor and lacked education, so he wasn't articulate in his speech. He cried uncontrollably in front of the camera.The turning point came with Samantha's confession letter.In the letter, she confessed her crimes. She admitted that the body at the funeral was not mine but Isaac's, whom she had poisoned.She didn't go into detail about why she had done it.The news