Slice Of Life Comics Novels & Stories

For her, I had given up on my dream of being a pianist. Yet, the moment Wilson appeared, he turned everything I had ever done into one big joke. When I didn't reply, the doctor went on, "Mr. Chance, it's best if you have family around to support you when undergoing chemotherapy. Does your wife know about this?" Raising my head to lock eyes with him, I answered calmly, "My love is dead." One hour later, I stumbled my way out of the hospital using the walls as support. Once some color had returned to my ghastly pale face, I took out my phone to call my younger brother's caretaker.

I just regained my senses when I saw my husband, Kyle Cromer, sitting beside me with a bottle of water in his hand. "You've been asleep for a while, Sylvia. Here, have some water," he said, unscrewing the cap before offering it to me. In the past, I might have been touched by his thoughtfulness. But now that I experienced death and just got a second chance at life, I questioned everything. When I was eight months pregnant in my past life, Kyle abruptly insisted on taking me back to his hometown to give birth. He claimed his mother could take care of me and forced me onto a high-speed train that would take seven to eight hours.

Mom said, "Oh, it didn't come off? Sorry, I'm getting old and weak. I'll make another cut right now." Mom aimed at the wound and struck several more times. She had never cooked, so she didn't know how to chop bones. After a few swings, she failed to sever the lower leg and only left several new gashes. Grayson watched helplessly as Mom raised and dropped the blade, adding fresh wounds to his body. The pain was so intense that his eyes turned bloodshot, the ruptured capillaries spreading across his eyeballs until they became a vivid, horrifying crimson. He cursed loudly, "You bitch! Kill me if you have the guts!"