All Chapters of My Wife Only Loved Me After Death: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Within seconds, Abbie lunged forward a step and shoved me back violently, as if my earlier gesture had contaminated the air around her.I looked down at the plectrums on the table. "We've been together for five years, and we still ended up like this. I guess we were never meant to spend our lives together."Abbie slammed the signed termination agreement against my chest. The sharp edge of the paper scraped across my neck, leaving a stinging red slice.Her voice was as cold as ice. "If you'd come to your senses five years ago instead of clinging to me like a parasite, we wouldn't have had to waste all this time on each other.""My bad." I chuckled bitterly, forcing a faint smile.Five years of giving her my heart and soul, and in her eyes, I was just a needy nuisance clinging to her."I guess the only way to pay for my mistakes is with my life.""Your life?" Abbie let out a cruel sneer, as if she'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. "You'd actually die? I thought you'd st

Ivan continued, "Zac used his connections to force your hand, keeping you trapped for five whole years. In all that time, I thought about you every single day. How could I ever let anyone else into my heart?"Hearing this made me feel utterly sick.Back then, Johnson Folk Music was on the verge of bankruptcy. I was the one who worked day and night crafting instruments and pulling in investments to help her clear the crisis.Yet coming out of Ivan's mouth, it suddenly turned into me using my resources to force her into marrying me.And Abbie bought every word of it. A look of deep guilt washed over her face. "I'm so sorry, Ivan.""No, you did nothing wrong."Ivan got up, walked over to her side, and rested his hands on the back of her chair as he slowly leaned in. "Zac is the one at fault. Fortunately, we both made it through."He gazed into her eyes, his breathing growing heavier as his eyes drifted down to her red lips. He lowered his head to press a kiss on them.In a split s

Abbie's face was drained of color. Her instinct drove her to shrug Ivan's hand off her shoulder.However, he tightened his grip around her and stepped in front of her like a protective shield."Jordan, this is between the three of us. It's none of your business as an outsider to lecture us."He raised his voice, oozing righteous indignation. "Five years ago, Zac used his family's intangible cultural heritage connections to force me out of the principal spot and send me abroad!"He forced Abbie into that partnership. If it weren't for him, Abbie and I would never have been kept apart for five long years!"Ivan sounded more and more aggrieved. His eyes were full of pure contempt. "Zac is nothing more than a brainless woodworker who makes dulcimers now. What real support can he offer Abbie? He's just living off handouts from the Johnson family's resources!""Living off handouts from the Johnson family?"Jordan looked as if he had just heard the most absurd joke in the world. His ey

Abbie froze at Olivia's words."Mr. Elliott was afraid you'd throw it away if you knew he made it, so he explicitly told me to transfer everything into takeout containers and never tell a soul…"Olivia's voice trembled with tears. "I'm sorry, Ms. Johnson. I shouldn't have kept it from you."Dead silence fell over the entire office.As I looked at that standard box of takeout, a prickling pain washed over my chest.Every single lunch box I used to make for her was carefully put together with all her favorite dishes, and I'd even carve the presentation into subtle dulcimer patterns. I didn't ask for her to love me back. I only wanted to ease her chronic stomach pain.Abbie had probably grown so accustomed to my cooking over the years that her stomach simply couldn't handle the sudden change.She stared fixedly at the boxed lunch, complex emotions churning in the depths of her eyes. After a long pause, she waved her hand in irritation, telling Olivia to leave.She picked up her ph

As Abbie stared dead at the white sheet, her fingernails dug deep into her palms."What do you mean?" She gritted her teeth, her eyes rimmed bright red."An accident? He barely ever dares to step outside. What kind of accident could he possibly have?""Your husband had an accident in the luthier workshop two days ago. He was struck by falling load-bearing timber and died on the spot—""That's impossible!" Abbie snapped, her voice spiking as if trying to bolster her courage."That's absolutely impossible! He was so afraid of dying!"She dragged her feet toward the gurney step by step, her fingertips trembling violently. Several times, she almost touched the sheet, only to pull back as if shocked by electricity.After a long pause, she squeezed her eyes shut and whipped the white sheet off all at once.Beneath the sheet lay my face—pale, purplish, and noticeably deformed from the crushing blow.Abbie froze in place.She stared dead at the man before her, who looked so familiar