After I Died, My Husband Cried with RegretChapter 1 Fever and Downpour
My husband, Brian, scattered my ashes on our daughter.
In a torrential downpour!
My daughter, Lily, held my lifeless body, heartbroken.
I looked at my mangled limbs, full of regret.
Just moments ago, Brian's childhood sweetheart, Winnie, called to tell me he had a heart attack and urgently needed his medication at the office.
Despite being bedridden with a high fever, I couldn't let Lily go out in the heavy rain to deliver the medication.
When I arrived at the office, drenched from head to toe, I saw Winnie clinging to him, acting coy and playful.
"Brian, if your wife doesn't come soon, I'm definitely losing this bet."
Brian had his arm around her waist, looking smug.
"Don't worry! She'd bring anything if I asked."
"So impressive, Brian! You really know how to handle your wife!"
I stood there in shock.
My love for him had become his bragging rights among friends, a game he played for amusement.
Overwhelmed with anger, I dropped the medication and ran into the pouring rain, only to be hit by a speeding truck and killed on the spot.
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The rain fell harder.
Watching Lily hold my body in utter sorrow tore me apart.
Moments later!