After My Death, My Wife Goes Mad

Alice, Harvey, and I—back in college, the three of us were inseparable.

In those youthful days, Alice fell for Harvey first. But then, Harvey cheated on her, and she ended up with me.

She cried and swore she would never have anything to do with Harvey again, declaring that being with him was the biggest mistake of her life.

Her tears soaked my shoulder, her soft hair brushing my cheek. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, each beat faster than the last.

I said, "It's okay, Alice. I'll be good to you for life."

Alice lifted her face to look at me. "Bruce, will you be like him and cheat on me?"

I raised my hand and solemnly swore, "I promise I won't. If I ever cheat, may I be struck by a car!"

Alice laughed through her tears, quickly covering my mouth. "Don't say such things!"

She buried her head against my chest. "I'll love you for life too!"

I kept my promise, cutting off all contact with other women and focusing solely on Alice.

She slowly moved past the shadow of betrayal and gave her heart to me.

After graduation, Harvey went abroad, and Alice and I got married.

We started from scratch, facing hardships together, and built our own brand. By the second year of our marriage, we had finally made it.

As our company grew, Alice began to worry about me being tempted by other women.

To ease her worries, I voluntarily stepped back from the company's operations and handed over the reins to her.

But despite her past experience with betrayal, Alice got lost in the seductive world of success.

She started coming home late, talking endlessly about new interns at the company and comparing them to me.

She grew increasingly dissatisfied with me, criticizing my role as a homemaker.

She began secretly chatting and going out with the company's young interns.

When I found out, her only response was, "We haven't done anything, Bruce. We just had a meal. Can you stop being so paranoid?"

I suppressed my emotions, unable to let her go because I loved her too much. Then Harvey returned to the country, and I discovered that Alice was secretly seeing him.

When confronted, she cried and apologized, claiming it was merely curiosity about what Harvey had become and that she had no other intentions.

I believed her again.

But as a result, her behavior became increasingly reckless.

She even brought Harvey home and slept with him.

I remembered our wedding vows—"No matter how poor or wealthy, healthy or ill, we will never part and will remain united forever."

I had never doubted her sincerity back then; she truly loved me.

But now, it was clear she no longer felt that way.

In the early days of our company, she had talked about wanting a child, but as the company grew, she stopped mentioning it.

Harvey was different from those young interns—he was Alice's first love.

With a few sweet words, he managed to convince Alice to take off her wedding ring and throw it at me.

"Bruce," she said coldly, "I'm leaving. You deal with it."