Dead Husband's Call: Five Years Too Late
Two years after the death of my husband, John Foster, I get a video call from him—except it's him from five years in the future.
"John! You're still alive! Tell me where you are. I'm coming now to bring you home!"
Crying tears of joy, I scramble to pick up the car keys I dropped, only to hear him say, "Actually, I faked my death to be with your friend…"
As my mind goes blank, he continues to tell me everything as if none of it is a big deal.
"I attended my funeral. The whole time you were crying beside my casket, I was in the back room with Adaline, getting it on with her. You thought her eyes were red because she was crying in grief.
"Oh, my mother and our son know that I faked my death, too. Every year, they've found all kinds of excuses to come spend time with us instead…"
My blood turns cold. My hand shakes as I clutch the phone.
Meanwhile, John exhales, looking like he has taken a load off his chest.
"I've already told you the truth about everything now, Cecilia, so it's up to you whether you want to continue living like a widow."
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