I'm Dead, but She Wants Me to Take the Fall
Five years after my death, my wife, Charlotte Blake, once again asks me to take the fall for Leo Cane, her first love, in his drunk driving case.
She barges into my home with fabricated evidence but finds no trace of me anywhere. Left with no other choice, she knocks on my neighbor's door.
My neighbor tells her something unexpected.
"Shane Foster? He's been dead for a long time. I heard the victim's family from the case he was convicted for wasn't satisfied with the verdict.
"They abducted him the day he got out of prison and tortured him for three days straight."
Charlotte refuses to believe it. She furiously accuses me of making up any lie to escape responsibility.
She storms at the neighbor, shouting, "You think I don't know Shane paid you to cover for him?
"Tell him there's no use in hiding. If he doesn't contact me within three days, he won't get a single cent of child support for that bastard."
But she doesn't know that the person Leo killed in that drunk driving accident is the very "bastard" she keeps referring to.