LOGINRight after I die, my wife goes on a date with her first love. I once told her, "If I die, I swear I won't love you in the next life." She scoffs. "Gladly. But people like you live forever, don't they?" Just as she wishes, I die. However, right then, she holds my urn close, whispering, "Are you still mad at me?"
View MoreAside from the occasional bout of strange behavior, Seraphine's life didn't seem to change at all. She still gave everybody the impression that Hayden was still alive. She was kind and loving to this imaginary Hayden as well.She catered to his every preference. Meals had to be the ones he liked, and even the living room sofa was replaced with one in his favorite color. Every little change quietly whispered how deeply she missed him.Somehow, Jack found out about her condition and stormed into the villa. When Seraphine saw him, she said nothing. She simply set the dessert she was holding down on a spot where no one was sitting.Jack stared at her in disbelief. "Hayden is dead. How long are you going to keep lying to yourself?" He grabbed her arms tightly with both hands.Seraphine's expression stayed calm as she pulled his hands off her. "Go home. And don't come back. Hayden doesn't like other men in this house."Jack shot to his feet. "Are you hearing yourself? Hayden is gone
From the housekeeper's perspective…After the funeral, Seraphine changed.She went to work and came home as before, as if nothing had happened. However, even Helen noticed something wasn't quite right.Before this, Seraphine always headed to work on time, but left work late. Now, the moment the clock struck the end of the workday, she would pack up and go home.During lunch, she started bringing her own meals. They were packed in the exact same containers that Hayden used to bring to the office.Sometimes, while immersed in her work, she would look up and ask as Helen brought in coffee, "Did Mr. Carter call today?"Helen's hand would freeze. Then, she'd answer quietly, "No."Seraphine would lower her gaze and murmur, "Is he still mad at me?"Helen would look at her, stunned, but Seraphine would already be back to her paperwork.Every day, she followed the same routine. She would go to work, home, and make sure the housekeepers made dinner for two before sending them to her roo
Maybe she still remembered what I once told her. "Seraphine, after we get married, don't ever betray me. Stay far away from other men." That was why she always came home on time. Maybe she remembered the small things too. For her first birthday after we got married, I spent weeks making her a handmade photo album.In the second year, I traveled to her hometown just to learn how to cook a local dish for her.In the third year, I made her a cake, placing it in front of her right at midnight.For her fourth birthday… I couldn't recall a single memory of us together that day. Right. We didn't spend it together.That night, Jack called her. Without a second thought, she got into the car and drove off to see him.I watched her now as she stood up and walked to the cabinet, pulling open a drawer. She took out the old photo album I had given her. She flipped through it slowly, page by page. The images were bright and full of life. She seemed to be in disbelief as a quiet ache hit he
After the cremation, the staff placed the ashes into an urn and brought it out. Zedd instinctively reached to take it, but Seraphine stepped forward and intercepted it before he could.She held the urn in her arms and looked at Zedd coldly. "He was my husband. I'll handle the funeral.""There's no need for that!" Zedd blocked her path and reached out again, but Seraphine tightened her grip and turned away, keeping it close."I said he was my husband. I'll handle his funeral," Seraphine repeated.Seraphine brought the urn home, cradling it all the way. She went straight into the bedroom. She hadn't slept all night. Her hair was loose, and her face was pale with fatigue. After sitting in silence for a while, she finally stood up, still holding the urn, and opened the door.On her way down the stairs, she missed a step and fell. However, her arms never loosened. She held the urn close, shielding it from even the slightest bump.Carefully, she placed it on the table in the middle o






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