Chris once said that his parents were difficult and, to avoid trouble, he hadn't told them about our decision to be child-free but rather claimed that I was infertile.
I didn't mind what explanation was used; I simply didn't want children, so I went along with his approach.
I didn't expect that his parents would not only spread rumors about my infertility but ultimately push me off a rooftop, using my lack of offspring as the excuse.
After my death, Chris inherited the fortune his parents had originally left to me, spent money to marry a little internet celebrity, and had a string of children.
Perhaps unwilling to accept it, my spirit lingered, watching them live in my parents' house, using the furniture and appliances I had carefully chosen, and regularly gathering to call me the biggest fool in the world.
Heaven saw my plight, and I was reborn.
When I mentioned divorce, Chris's face darkened. He lowered his eyes and said, "Honey, I'm actually doing this for your own good.
"I heard that a vasectomy can make a man less manly. Don't you want your husband to be in his prime?"
The scumbag of a man was still pretending to have deep feelings for me.
In this life, I won't have sex with him!