Seven Days of Goodbye
My parents adopted a kid, and I treated him like treasure.
Then he started looking uncannily like my husband, Brian. And I caught him whispering "Mom" to my sister, Ruby.
Yeah. Plot twist: Brian had been cheating on me the whole time.
With Ruby.
They played house behind my back, smiling for family pics—with my parents' blessing.
When the truth blew up, Ruby had the audacity to beg me to step aside. My parents told me to get over it.
And that kid I loved like my own? Told me I deserved to die.
But here's the kicker—Brian wouldn't even sign the divorce.
Dude broke down, said he still loved me, swore the kid was a mistake.
So I smiled and said, "Cool. You've got seven days. Prove it, and I'll forgive you."
He went full simp mode. Emptied his bank account, treated me like I was gold. Even kicked Ruby down and yelled at her to apologize.
Everyone thought I'd cave.
Then the cops called, asked him to ID a body—and Brian totally lost it.
He never knew I'd been dead this whole time.
The Reaper gave me one last week to say goodbye.