After My Death, My Wife Goes Mad

My wife's heart's desire and I were in car accidents at the same time.

I was hanging by a thread, fighting for my life, while he walked away with just a few scratches.

Without a moment's hesitation, my wife ditched me to go be with him.

She didn't even bother calling an ambulance for me.

In the end, I succumbed to my injuries, and he vanished with a bag full of money, leaving her behind in the chaos.

Weeks later, I found my wife kneeling at my grave, consumed by regret.

Desperate to reach me one last time, she swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, hoping for a chance to dream of us.

She spent her days lost in a deep slumber, but no matter how hard she tried, I was gone.

——

I caught my wife and her lover in bed together.

The moment I pushed the door open, their muffled, strained breaths were like a cruel echo in my ears.

My heart lurched. I didn't even bother changing my shoes as I raced to the bedroom and flung the door wide open.

There they were, Alice Lane and Harvey Dent, stark naked and tangled in the sheets. As soon as the door swung open, they saw me. Harvey didn't miss a beat; if anything, he redoubled his efforts.

Alice let out that familiar, piercing moan that cut through me like a knife.

Rage ignited inside me. I stormed to the bed, yanked Harvey off Alice, and threw a punch straight to his face. He staggered but didn't retaliate.

Alice, unfazed, calmly dressed herself.

"Why are you back so soon?" she asked coolly.

My heart was pounding in my chest. "So I came back early? Did I interrupt something?"

Alice glanced at me dismissively, then tossed Harvey his clothes. "Put these on."

Her gaze turned frosty as she looked at me. "Get out."

At that moment, I lunged forward, snatching the clothes from Harvey's hands and tossing them aside. Then I launched myself at him.

"You still dare to hit me?" he shouted.

Harvey's anger flared. As a boxing coach, he had held back earlier, but not now. He slammed me to the ground and pummeled me with relentless punches.

Blood streamed from my nose, but I was fueled by a furious determination. Even if I couldn't win, I would fight back.

For every ten blows he landed on me, I managed to get one in. By the time he finally stopped, my face was a mess of bruises.

Alice spoke up, her voice chillingly detached.

"Harvey, that's enough."

Harvey snorted and stepped away, letting me crawl out from under him.

Alice's cold gaze met mine.

"Can you leave now?"

I was too battered to speak. Harvey marched over, grabbed me by the collar, and tossed me out of the bedroom.

After what felt like an eternity, Harvey emerged fully dressed with Alice by his side. I sat on the couch, blood dripping steadily from my nose, too numb to care about wiping it away.

Alice approached and handed me a tissue.

Her hand, delicate and white, still bore our wedding ring.

Suppressing my pain, I asked, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

Alice tossed the tissue onto me. "Can't you see? I'm done with you. After all these years, I've realized I'm still in love with Harvey.

"Bruce, let's get a divorce."

Her words hit me like a thunderclap, leaving me momentarily stunned. "Alice, do you even hear yourself?"

She looked at me quietly before pulling a divorce agreement from her bag and handing it to me. "This is the divorce papers, already signed. Just add your signature, and I'll divide the assets fairly."

I grabbed the papers and ripped them into shreds. Standing up in a fury, I pointed at Harvey. "You're divorcing me for him? Don't forget how he treated you—he's nothing but a beast!"

The slap Alice delivered was sharp and painful, sending my head spinning. It hurt more than Harvey's beating; it felt like she had slapped my very soul.

Alice's voice, cold and indifferent, cut through the air. "Don't speak of Harvey that way. You're not worthy."