Married to the Wrong Sister

My soul drifted above, staring at the frozen video frame on the computer screen.I gazed at my own body lying lifeless on the bed, a deep wound carved into my abdomen. Blood had soaked through the white sheets, pooling onto the floor beside a blurred-out mass of flesh.Even my face had been blurred out too."Who could have been so ruthless? The victim had no strength to fight back—it's as if she was drugged," a colleague said regretfully to Bosco Sharp. "But this video was recorded five years ago. Does it still hold any news value?"Bosco sat down and said, "No matter how much time has passed, we must always speak up for the weak. Start the video from the beginning."I watched him—his upright posture, his air of conviction. The nameplate on his desk read, "Chief News Anchor, Bosco Sharp".So, he had done well for himself in the five years since my death.Back then, Martha Wagner had whispered lies about me and Mason Hall, and Bosco had believed them without question.My ashes h

Rather than a birthday banquet, it felt more like they were hosting another wedding reception.From the moment Martha entered the venue arm in arm with Bosco, they became the center of attention.Mom sat beside them, watching them with a face full of affection.I spotted my closest colleague, Faith Bowen, in the crowd.Out of habit, I raised my hand to wave at her—only to see her walk straight past me and embrace Martha instead."Babe!" she called warmly.She used to call me that."Martha, did you see the news? The one your husband reported yesterday? I think it happened at our hospital!"For the first time, I eagerly anticipated seeing a flicker of panic cross Martha's face.But to my disappointment, she remained perfectly composed. "Hmm... I think so too."Faith shook her head. "I wonder if this will hurt the hospital's reputation. Our last PR crisis was five years ago when Abigail abandoned her job and caused an uproar."That was the first time I'd heard Faith speak of me

Two hours later, Bosco arrived in Westin.But Mason was nowhere to be found. Once a promising talent, Mason had been forced back to his hometown by Martha. Depression had consumed him, and not long ago, he had passed away. His elderly mother, Ethel Hubbard, had found a USB drive hidden in his drawer.She had handed it over to a small local media station in Westin. They censored parts of the footage before releasing it, and then it spread across the internet."What about Abigail? Where is she?"Bosco gripped Ethel's shoulders tightly.But she only stared at him in confusion."Abigail? I've never heard of her. Mason came back from the city five years ago. He was always alone. How could there have been a woman with him?"Bosco let go, stepping back in disbelief."That's impossible. Abigail was pregnant with his child. She would have contacted him at least once! I need to find out the truth…"Pale-faced, Bosco returned to his car and sped toward the media station that had rece

The moment Bosco returned to the banquet, Faith shoved him hard."Why are you only back when the event is nearly over? Where the hell did you go?"Mom rose from her seat, disappointment flickering in her eyes. Still, she tried to smooth things over. "Forget it."She clung tightly to Martha, who looked visibly distressed. Bosco met Martha's gaze, his eyes cold, burning with barely restrained fury. Sensing the tension, Martha averted her gaze, fear flashing across her face.This only made Faith angrier. "She wasn't feeling well earlier and called you, and you hung up on her? Do you even remember she's pregnant? Her emotions are fragile! You're her husband, for God's sake!"At the mention of Martha being pregnant, Bosco and I let out a cold chuckle.Martha, a woman who had committed such monstrous acts against another pregnant woman—what right did she have to demand sympathy for her own discomfort? She truly was a master manipulator, capable of twisting even the smallest grie

Bosco erased all traces of Martha from his life, just as he had once erased me.The last gift I had given him, a tailored suit, now hung on the rack in his bedroom.For days, he sat before it, staring blankly.After waking up, Mom fainted three more times. She remained in the hospital, hooked to IV drips. Even in her delirium, she murmured the same words over and over—"I'm sorry."But apologies meant nothing now. I could never return to her side.Eugene publicly denounced Martha, stripping her of all titles and honors.The hospital buzzed with scandal. Some feasted on the drama, others blamed Eugene for his poor judgment. But more than anything, they pitied me—the brutality of my death, and the injustice of it all. The case exploded online across all platforms. Patients who had once condemned me now flooded social media with public apologies. Meanwhile, the online community turned their fury on Bosco, demanding a response. That day, he walked into the broadcast studio weari