The Husband She Erased
My wife's first love crashes his car into me at 75 miles per hour, throwing my body over 65 feet across the road. As I am moments away from drawing my last breath, I use the remainder of my energy to call my wife. Focused on helping him cover up his crimes, she brushes me off before hanging up.
"I'm busy—stop bothering me," she spits.
Little does she know, the man who was just killed… is me.