After I Died,My Disloyal Husband Became Depressed

Through the haze of pain, I managed to reach for my phone. I dialed Steve, hoping against hope that he would answer, that he would save me. But when he picked up, his voice was cold, laced with irritation. "I told you not to bother me," he snapped, before hanging up.

My heart broke in that moment, more than my body ever could. The love of my life, the father of our unborn child, had abandoned me in my darkest hour. As I lay there, bleeding and broken, I realized how utterly alone I was.

The last thing I felt was the searing pain as my stomach was torn apart, the life I had carried inside me slipping away along with my own. The world faded to black, and I knew—this was how it would end. Alone, betrayed, and forgotten by the one person I had loved more than anything.

The next thing I knew, my soul was standing in front of Kelsey’s room. She was curled up in bed with Steve, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close. The sight made my already shattered heart ache.

So while I was being kidnapped and tortured, my darling husband was nestled in the arms of his first love. I wasn’t surprised, though. Steve had been obsessed with Kelsey ever since college. When she left New York City after we graduated, I was the one who comforted him, who picked up the pieces of his broken heart. I was relieved when he asked me to marry him, thinking I had finally filled the void she left behind.

But then, four years later, she returned and shattered the happiness I thought we had built. Steve stopped caring about me, always running to Kelsey whenever she called. It was as if I no longer existed.

"I'm so sorry, Steve. I don't know what happened. My stomach just started to hurt out of nowhere," she pouted, snuggling closer into his broad chest.

"It’s alright, Kels. Remember, you're my friend," he replied softly.

"But today was your anniversary. I feel really bad..." she murmured, feigning guilt.

"It’s alright. I’m sure Emma understands," Steve's tone was dismissive.

Oh yes, I understand, Steve. I understand that you're nothing but a piece of shit.

I stood silently by the window, watching passively as they drifted off to sleep, their breaths slowing in unison. All the while, my body was out there in the cold, rotting away, forgotten by the one person who was supposed to love me.

The next day, I floated behind Steve, watching as he left Kelsey’s place and headed straight to his office. He hadn’t bothered to check on me or even return home. It was as if I didn’t exist. Steve came from a respectable family and held the prestigious position of director at the company he worked for. But to me, he was now just a cold, heartless man.

Once at work, Steve buried himself in paperwork.. After a while, he paused, frowning as he dialed my phone. The call fell through, and his frustration was evident as he threw the phone onto his desk.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Emma? Quit acting like a brat,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head before returning to his work.