My Husband Cremated His Brother
After the plane crash, I rejected the captain—my brother-in-law’s—final life jacket that he had as he handed it to me. Instead, I allowed myself to plunge a hundred meters from the sky.
In my previous life, I had survived after accepting his life jacket. But he died a tragic death in the crash.
After his death, I was consumed with guilt.
My husband proposed to take care of two households at the same time so that he could look after his sister-in-law. Out of guilt, I reluctantly agreed to his proposal.
I even had to give up my only chance of getting promoted to department head of the hospital to my sister-in-law, upon my husband’s insistence.
When I was seventy years old, I suddenly saw my brother-in-law, who was supposed to be dead, show up in front of me.
He said to my husband, “Bro, thank goodness you came up with that fake-death plan back then. I was drunk and caused the deaths of all the passengers after the plane crash. If not for that plan of yours, as the captain, I certainly could not have escaped scot-free and would have been sentenced to prison for life!
“It was too bad we had to keep her in the dark for her entire life.”
After a lifetime of sacrifices, I was so furious that I nearly passed out upon hearing my brother-in-law’s words.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the plane crash.