I Died, And He Regrets It
An earthquake struck suddenly during our honeymoon. I suggested that we flee immediately.
My husband’s former lover mocked me for being cowardly and paranoid. So, my husband dismissed my fears.
I had no choice but to continue sightseeing with them.
A fractured steel frame crashed down with an earsplitting clang and smashed into his former lover.
She clung to me desperately as the rebars drove into my ribs one by one.
Before I could cry out, my husband kicked me down when he saw his former lover in danger.
“You wretch! If you hadn’t suggested this honeymoon spot, Lena wouldn’t have gotten hurt!
“You knew there’d be an earthquake today. You did this on purpose!”
The rebars pierced deeper into my ribs and made every breath I took excruciatingly painful.
My husband pushed me aside, lifted his former lover into his arms, and stormed off without glancing back.
“Before the aftershock hits, I’m taking Lena to the hospital! Then, I’ll call for rescue.
“Stay here and reflect on your actions. This is your punishment for scheming against Lena!”
I waited all night.
He did not know that the torrential rains of the monsoon season had flooded the area. What awaited him was the bloated corpse of a pregnant woman.