My Lawyer Wife Buried Me Twice
In the third year after my death, my wife, a lawyer named Serena Collier, wants me to take the blame and go to prison for her first love, Declan Merritt, once again.
She arrives at my hometown carrying a confession statement she prepared, only to discover the place has long since fallen into ruin.
Feeling panicked, she has no choice but to ask the neighbors where I am.
My neighbor says, "You're asking about Fletcher Whitmore? He's been dead for a long time! I hear that a victim's family hunted him down for revenge and beat him to death after he got out of prison."
Serena refuses to believe it. She thinks that my neighbor is in cahoots with me to deceive her.
With a disgusted expression, she lets out a cold snort.
She sneers, "All I did was put him behind bars for a few years. Now, he even dares to lie to me!
"Tell him this for me—if he doesn't show up in court that day, he can forget about me giving another cent to his mother in the mental hospital!"
After saying that, she storms off angrily.
Watching her stubborn figure disappear into the distance, my neighbor sighs heavily.
"But his mother already starved to death in that mental hospital a long time ago…"