My Wife Was Happiest When I Died의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 9

My wife, Liana Chandler, was in the middle of signing an eight-figure contract when she received news of my death.Her secretary, Tyson Weller, entered the room with a sombre expression."Ms. Chandler, Mr. Leonard… has passed away."Liana's pen tip paused above the document for a moment, leaving a small ink blot.She looked up slowly and asked, "He's dead?""Yes. According to the police's preliminary investigation, it was suicide."The air in the room abruptly seemed to still.Liana was silent for several seconds. Then, she slumped back against her chair as if exhausted and let out a long sigh.When I drifted over to her side, I actually saw tears in her eyes.The setting sun cast shadows over her face. She looked exactly like she did all those years ago when I first fell in love with her.But why was she crying? Was she happy?After all, she'd waited years to avenge her first love, Hector Jennings.Back in high school, she and Hector had been a couple everyone envied.I,

News of my death quickly spread among my friends and former classmates.My former faculty advisor, Professor Elena Gibson, sent Liana a message saying that she'd sorted out some of my old belongings in the faculty office.Among those belongings were notebooks, pens, a few photos, and some other bits and bobs.She asked if Liana would like to keep them as mementos.Liana stared at the phone screen, her fingers hovering over the on-screen keyboard. She didn't reply for a long time.I floated beside her, expecting her to reject the offer.After all, she didn't even think my ashes were worth keeping, so what were these useless items to her in comparison?Unexpectedly, after a stretch of silence, she finally replied, "Okay."When the weekend arrived, she drove over to our old university.The campus still looked the same, almost as if it'd been frozen in time, from the cobblestone path winding under the shade of the oak tree to the students rushing to and fro in front of the library

I stayed by Liana's bedside the entire night.I watched as her brows furrowed, her cheeks flushed from alcohol.I couldn't seem to get enough of her face.Liana slept through the entire day in a drunken stupor. When she finally woke up, she had a terrible hangover.She stumbled to her feet, only to kick over the cardboard box she'd brought back from university. My belongings scattered all over the floor with a clatter.She frowned and reluctantly crouched down to pick everything up.However, when she picked up one of my notebooks, she discovered a letter beneath it.The envelope was already yellowing, and the edges were quite worn, but my name—Adrian Leonard—was clearly written in the recipient column.I was stunned.I'd never seen that letter in my life.Liana stared at the envelope with furrowed brows, her fingers unconsciously tracing the handwriting on it.After a moment's hesitation, she finally decided to open it.As soon as she unfolded the letter, her eyes widened.

Despite Liana's earlier resolve, she still hesitated in the doorway of the Leonard residence, her finger hovering over the doorbell.Eventually, she took a deep breath and pressed it.My mother, Tara Elmore, was the one who opened the door.Mom's eyes were red and puffy, and she looked worn. Tears sprang to her eyes once more the instant she saw Liana."You? How dare you show your face here again?" she cried.The people in the living room heard the commotion and quickly gathered around.Felix was the first to rush forward, his expression dark."Liana, why are you here?"Standing in the doorway, Liana had lost all her usual arrogance.She lowered her head and replied in a shaky voice, "I… I'd like to take Adrian's ashes back with me."My father, Adam Leonard, threw his cane down in sudden, violent rage."Dream on! You created a rift between us and our son, and now you've even driven him to his death! If Felix hadn't gotten there in time to salvage what was left of his ashes,

Liana stayed curled up on our bed for three whole days.She wandered around the house like a restless ghost, leaving no corner unturned, as if by doing so, she could piece together more memories of me.My clothes still hung neatly in the closet, and my razor lay quietly on the sink.In fact, my favorite cologne was still half full.She hugged one of my shirts and murmured, as if gently chastising a lover, "I've told you so many times that you always wear too much cologne."Her phone had been vibrating nonstop, more than 100 missed calls from the company already piled up in her notifications.In the end, Tyson had no choice but to show up in person.He knocked anxiously on the door and called out, "Ms. Chandler! You haven't shown your face for an entire week! The board of directors—""Scram," Liana replied hoarsely, all but forcing the word from her throat.Early in the morning on the fourth day, she finally stumbled to her feet, swaying unsteadily, and took her first shower in