The Wife I Buried Was Still Alive
My wife, an airline captain, was eight months pregnant when her plane crashed.
In the middle of the disaster, she carried out an emergency landing.
I searched through the wreckage for any sign of my wife, Candice Jenkins, only to be told that not even her remains could be found.
Other than me, the only survivors were my wife’s younger sister and her brother-in-law, Austin Ryles.
I searched frantically for my wife’s whereabouts, but five months later, I accidentally overheard my sister-in-law arguing with a friend while drunk.
"Austin suddenly lost his wife, and his arm was injured in the crash. How could I just leave him alone?
"Back then, Jon Cole’s mother drugged me and forced me to marry him. After all these years, it’s impossible for me not to feel some resentment. I might as well use this chance to make up for my regrets. Once Austin’s arm recovers, everything can go back to normal."
Only then did I realize that the 'sister-in-law' standing before me was actually my missing wife, Candice Jenkins.
My heart turned cold. I threw her memorial portrait into the trash and called my parents.
"Stop looking for Candice. Just erase her records.
"I’m remarrying."