After I Died, My Husband Smashed My Urn

Three years after I died, the house suddenly began to leak rain.

Taking advantage of showing up in a dream, I watched my husband, Caleb Moore, lead his mistress, Paisley White, into the house openly. Citing an excuse that my grave ruined the luck of his family, he would move my tombstone to a place, where there was a shabby mud pit.

My elder brother, Calvin Hoyt, objected to it and argued with them as best as he could, but Caleb and Paisley ridiculed him.

To make Paisley happy, Caleb even broke the legs of Calvin.

Later, Calvin took my ashes away, but Caleb went crazy, saying that he wanted to be buried with me after he died.

But he was so dirty. Why would I want him?

01.

Three years after I died, my house in hell suddenly began to leak rain.

It worried me so much. For so many years, I had been living frugally. Only then could I stay in this house. My husband, Paisley, who was still alive in the mortal world, only paid tribute to me and sent me virtual cash every July 15th. He ignored me at other times.

My neighbor was a prostitute ghost when she was alive. Every time I came back with the virtual cash, she would say, "Your husband doesn't love you anymore. He's not even willing to brush you off."

Every time, I retorted with my eyes wide open, "It is impossible that Caleb doesn't love me. He is willing to give up his life for me."

At this time, the prostitute ghost would shake her head and say, “Giana Hoyt, face the reality. If he loved you, he wouldn't let you live in this shabby and thatched cottage. At least you should be in a decent tiled house."

Reluctantly, I said, "He's just too busy with work. It's not like he doesn't love me."

Every time the prostitute ghost heard me, the prostitute ghost would roll her eyes and say, "You are hopeless. You will be a loser if you are still alive."

But it had been three years. Caleb hadn't built a big house for me. Today, the house leaked with rain, and I really couldn't live here anymore. I planned to show up in his dream and ask him to send me some virtual cash so that I could move to another house.

When I returned to my room, I could hear noises of a man and a woman making love in the room.

I was familiar with the man's voice. Every time, he looked anxious. As for the woman, I was more familiar with her. She was my assistant in the mortal world, Paisley White. I had once saved her when I was alive.

Paisley called out coquettishly again and again while asking Caleb, "Who's better, Giana Hoyt or me?"

"Of course it's you. She's insensible and dumb. Besides, she's dead. Why do you always mention her, the deceased?"

I suddenly felt a burst of sharp pain in my heart. It turned out that even a ghost would feel pain.

I would never forget what Caleb had told me. He said that I was different from other women. I was traditional, and he liked me to be dignified and sensible.

I had not forgotten about the official business. Before I could think of a way to remind him of me, his cell phone rang.

At the sight of the phone number, Caleb seemed to have lost interest.

He said impatiently to the one on the other end of the phone, "Calvin Hoyt, I don't care. You insist on saying that the ashes in the tomb of my family's cemetery belong to Giana Hoyt, but my family won't accept that kind of rubbish. Even if we have to put up with a petty pet in it, we won't accept ashes of unknown origin. Tell Giana Hoyt to give up on fighting for my favor."

"Did he mean that I pretended to be dead?"

My head throbbed in pain. Something seemed to be surging in my mind.

Paisley, who was on the side, wouldn't do as Caleb said. She asked him to compensate her. The two of them instantly got together again.

02.

I looked at them numbly, feeling tortuous pain in my heart. No wonder I could only live in a shabby and thatched cottage for so many years. It turned out that Caleb had never sent virtual cash to me.

I left resentfully. When the prostitute ghost saw me like this, she acted like she had long expected it. She said, "I told you that your man was unreliable. I, who have been dominant in the relationship business for thousands of years, have seen many heartless men. When you were alive, you were fine. When you weren't, you were trash."