I Thought My Husband's Wife Was Dead Ending の小説・ストーリー

Henry had always been scared of the dark, and I could not bear for him to stay alone in the cold morgue. The following day, while I was on my way to the crematorium, I received tons of calls and messages from Matthew. I ignored them all. I held my son’s urn close to me and started contacting both friends and family to tell them about Henry’s death. That took me an entire day. Once I got back to our rental house, I found my husband sitting in his chair. His expensive suit had been replaced with cheap clothes. The moment he saw me, he jumped forward to hold my hand.

I paused for half a second. Elliot’s face darkened. “Enough.” He walked past me and went straight to Mark. “How long do you plan to keep haunting her?” Mark looked at him coldly. “What happens between me and my wife is none of your business.” Elliot gave a short laugh. “Your wife? Did you ever actually cherish her as one?” Mark’s expression went completely cold. “Stay away from her.” “You’re the one who should stay away.” The next second, Mark threw the first punch.

However, I was sneering internally. And with that, Mark “died”. I pinched my thigh hard, and soon the tears started flowing. “Mark, please don’t leave me! What am I supposed to do now?” I wailed loudly and drew the attention of everyone around us. Curious onlookers gathered to see what had happened. Just like in my previous life, the “kind stranger” stepped forward. “Goodness, you killed your husband with poison! Why don’t you go down the mountain to seek help? I’ll watch his body for you.”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Our words were getting more colourful the more we talked, and we forgot about the woman who can snap our necks in a second if she wished to. "Low class really? That's all you could come up with, Sweetie? listen here, at this moment I doubt you could have an erection at all, otherwise why would I be here as your wife?" Okay, that time I really pushed his buttons, and I could see my name written on a tombstone. 'Here lies Sophia Kathlyn Stademan, married for an hour, and died in the hands of her husband.' Is it too long? I think so but at this moment I swear that's what I imagined.

“There is nothing casual about you. I saw the way he looked at you last night. Trust me, he doesn’t see this as a casual thing. How long was he married to the wife?” “I didn’t ask.” “How did she die?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask that either.” She frowned. “Maybe you should make sure he didn’t kill her.” I rolled my eyes. “Now you’re being ridiculous.” “I don’t know. The rich folks tend to be a little different. Haven’t you watched any TV? They kill each other all the time.” I laughed. “He didn’t kill his wife. That I do know.” “Good, then there’s nothing holding you back,” she said with a satisfied grin.

On the shore, my in-laws were also calling for help as they urged me to get out of the water. However, their expressions were calm—far too calm. That was when it all clicked—I had been so foolish in my past life! They weren't worried about my safety. They just didn't want me to ruin Dylan's fake death plan. They knew everything! I had been so proud of myself for saving my husband's life, only to have that scumbag run off with his first love to start a new life abroad. A few brave bystanders soon pulled Dylan out of the water.

“Tell me more about her history. Any changes recently?” Eve’s eyes met mine over the glass. “Well, my husband died last year. He was the one who really knew how to handle her. Fed her every day, made sure she was satisfied. She’d curl up in his lap, purring for hours. But since he’s gone, she’s been a nightmare. Acting up, ignoring me, seems like she’s starving for attention.” Husband. Dead. That hit different. Sympathy mixed with the lust, but her tone was light, teasing still. “I’m sorry for your loss.”