After My Accidental Death, My Ex-husband Regretted it

On Oliver's birthday, he didn't hesitate to agree when I asked him to be home during that day.

Our last argument left us at a distance and we couldn't talk to each other for fifteen days.

Oliver showed something and said, "Look at all of this gift. I bought you during my business trip."

Oliver pushed over a jewelry box containing a diamond bracelet.

It was too rare for me to see him in such an attitude. He wasn't used to being like that. However, I only feel peace in my heart now.

Upon scanning all of it, I recalled Maeve also owned some of the jewelry already.

Maybe life felt like it was nearing its end and I no longer cared about what was right or wrong, even though my heart felt broken.

I brought over the nearly melted cake and placed candles in it.

"Oliver, can't you make a wish?" Out of curiosity, I asked.

He lowered his head and looked at his phone, seeming indifferent.

"I never believed in this," he replied.

'Tell me, maybe I can help you achieve it," I added, wanting to lend a hand.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes full of teasing, "Okay, I want a divorce."

My smile froze and I said, "Okay, then let's get a divorce."

Oliver was stunned for a second. It was as if he did not expect it; I would tell him.

"Happy birthday, Oliver!" I greeted and felt like I was on cloud nine. "This will be the last time I greet you. Happiest birthday to you. I hope you'll enjoy your day."

"Fine. Let's meet in the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow. I remember you won't lie, right?" he said.

I nodded my head and said I would do it as usual.

Tomorrow came. I stood at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, staring at all the people coming in and out to register around me.

Suddenly, I recalled when I stood here with hope and was on cloud nine.

I believed I could change his feelings back then, but his heart was too cold. I couldn't warm him or embrace him.

"Vera Walter."

Out of the blue, he called my name suddenly. I wiped the tears from my eyes and turned around to face him.

He said, "You have lost a lot of weight."

I stood still for a moment, then silently turned around. My eyes lowered before instantly welling up with redness again.

Well, I didn't even know I had lost much weight.

Five years passed and it was the first time Oliver had set sights on me.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau office, my stomach began to hurt again and sweat formed on my forehead.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" He suddenly offered.

Perhaps because I no longer held onto that former identity, Oliver showed me a rare touch of patience and tenderness.

"Oliver, the things I once wished for are no longer important now."

Without me around, Oliver carried on with his life. He went to bars after work with friends and sometimes traveled with Maeve.

I could sense he was happier than usual.

Seeing a few fleeting smiles from him was typical.

When Oliver received a photo while accompanying Maeve at the competition, it was badly damaged, showing only a torn red bow with the letter "W."

"Do you recognize this photo?" Dalton asked.

Oliver suddenly trembled, visibly shaken and silent, which was unusual for him.

The red ribbon was a gift from Oliver on my 18th birthday. He said he crafted it himself, making it one-of-a-kind and special.

"Yesterday, I saw a photo online from a crashed plane. It looks just like the one you gave to Vera," Dalton informed him. "Have you heard anything about Vera recently?"

When Oliver read these messages, his brow furrowed even more tightly.

He began calling and texting me frantically but got no answer.

"Vera, this better be a joke!" he shouted.

"But Oliver, this time, I'm not joking with you. You won't reach me on that call," I mumbled, but I knew he wouldn't hear or see me. I was now a ghost watching over him. But I was like air, invisible in his eyes.

I died, just not in a hospital. I died in that plane crash, heading into the clouds.