Revived From the Dead

The sound of intense panting and an amorous air surrounded me. A soft moan marked the end of that gratifying session between the pair. From the corner of my eye, I could secretly see the pair intertwined in bed. Agony and weariness crept all over me.Yet, there was nothing I could do. The woman on the bed put on a cardigan, then scooted over to my side. As her sharp nails rubbed against my neck, she asked, "Why are you still keeping her alive? You're not still in love with her, are you?" My husband, Peter Crawford, crawled out of bed and then smoked a cigarette nonchalantly. He snapped out of his daze only when his phone rang. After taking a quick glance, he answered his phone attentively, "Mrs. Gibson, is everything okay?" When the woman heard how Peter addressed his caller, she got back to the side of the bed and blew air at him, titillating him till his breaths began to get a little heavy. From the other end of the call, my mother asked in a concerned voice, "Are you

Peter emerged from the study and scrutinized Zachary. Zachary clipped his identification to his collar and was about to step in when Peter extended his arm to stop him from doing so.In an arrogant tone, he questioned, "Why wasn't I informed about this?" With a composed look, Zachary retrieved a letter of appointment from his backpack. "You may call the person who appointed me if you have any doubts." Peter picked up his phone immediately and made an outgoing call. "Mrs. Gibson, there's a man at my door who claims to be a rehabilitation therapist whom you appointed."Mom answered in a gentle and soft voice, "Yeah. It isn't convenient for us to visit today, so we appointed him to go over. His name is Zachary Jenkins. You may check the letter of appointment." Peter snatched the letter of appointment from Zachary. After noticing that there weren't any problems with it, he ended the call in a hurry. Zachary patted his outfit, then indicated to Peter that he wished to enter. W

It was a carefully planned "accident" that made me lose my child and my consciousness. Meanwhile, the mastermind lived her days in peace. With a quick glance at Zachary, I said, "Show him that video." Zachary nodded, then turned the television on. In the video, a man lifted his identification and tried to avoid the camera. Upon hearing the warning that was said to him, he spoke up in a shaky voice. "Hitting Riley because of drunk-driving wasn't an accident. Selena Tanner was the one who told me to do so. "She gave me a sum of money so that I could save my daughter who's severely ill. I had no choice but to do as she said."Thereafter, the man presented a chat conversation from that time. "This was her plan." He then presented his bank statement and his daughter's medical report. "Here is the evidence."He placed those items down, then choked, "I've told you everything. Please don't look for me again. I wish to live a quiet and peaceful life." The screen dimmed, instead re

Selena lost her baby. Because she fell down the stairs, her legs were severely injured. Even walking would be a challenge for her. As she sat on her hospital bed, she cried and blamed me, "Peter, she was the one who brought this upon me. Our baby is gone!" Only then did Peter snap back to his senses. Once again, he had lost his child. Immersed in sorrow, he stood there motionlessly and helplessly. Zachary couldn't bear to listen to such false accusations. He presented the video he recorded right away. From the video, we could see that Selena first intended to push me down the stairs. Nevertheless, my retaliation made her fly into a rage. While we struggled, she lost her footing and fell, suffering the consequences of her very own evil plan. Selena had a moment of revelation. She pointed at Zachary and yelled angrily, "You're an asshole! You didn't leave at all! You were just waiting to record the video!" Peter closed his eyes and shouted, "Shut up!" Sobbing, Selena cr

News about the harsh weather was being reported on all television channels. I thought that Peter would cower at the challenge. After all, he looked like such a weak man. To my surprise, he sent me a video call request before he departed. He had donned thick clothing and carried supplies with him to begin his journey. I sat in a warm room while I watched him walk out into the chilling winds and snow. Zachary presented me a bowl of chicken soup he had boiled for me. "Have some of this to keep yourself warm."I accepted the soup from him and prompted, "You should sit down and get some rest too." While I ate the warm soup, Peter's lips turned white from the cold. Braving the strong winds, he conquered the first peak and hung a lucky charm at the top of the mountain. He raised the charm in the wind, grinning like an idiot at the camera. "Look. I did it! You gave me the courage to do this!" I scoffed and did not respond to him. Without feeling dispirited, Peter went on to