My Husband Went Mad After My Death
Now that 12 years had passed, I finally returned him his freedom and a life that wasn't bound to me.
I smiled, shook my head, and slowly walked toward the window.
Then, I disappeared without a trace in his hoarse shouts.
"No, Danica! Don't leave!" Harvey woke up with a start from his sleep. His entire body broke out in a cold sweat.
Since I had been long dead, I didn't actually disappear from his sight.
On the day the police arrested the drug dealers, Harvey stormed out with a desperate grip on a knife.
He behaved just like a lunatic.