After My Death, My Wife Goes Mad

I agreed to the divorce.

I packed up my things quickly and moved to a house in the suburbs.

While packing, I found the love letters we had once written to each other and movie stubs from our dates.

I left them there.

Alice was right; we had grown up and were no longer in the age of writing love letters.

We hadn't watched a movie together in a long time either, as she always said she wasn't interested.

Alice was beaming. "Don't worry, Bruce. We'll split everything evenly—the company and the properties. Half for each of us."

I didn't want to look at her. With my head down, I muttered, "You deal with it."

Harvey chimed in, trying to persuade Alice, "Alice, you've put in all the effort at the company over the years. Why should he get half? Giving him a house is already generous enough."

Alice hesitated, thought for a moment, and then said, "Harvey's right. Here's the deal: You get the house in the suburbs, and the one in the city stays with me and Harvey. I'll also give you 200 thousand to help you get back on your feet."

I scoffed inwardly.

Our assets were worth at least seventy million, and because of Harvey's suggestion, Alice was offering me just 200 thousand.

I looked at Harvey, sensing his ulterior motive. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze full of challenge.

My eyes locked onto Alice's. "I'll take the 200 thousand, but be careful not to get scammed by certain people."

Alice, growing impatient, waved me off. "Don't tell me what to do. Just get out. Court tomorrow at nine. Don't forget."

Harvey eagerly opened the door, practically shoving me out.

I pressed my lips together, grabbed my suitcase, and left.

As the door slammed shut behind me, I heard Harvey's voice. "Finally, that eyesore is gone."

Alice's cheerful laughter drifted in the air. "Let's celebrate tonight with a big dinner!"

Alice had lost her mind.

The next day, I ran into Alice at a street corner near the courthouse.

She was in high spirits and even waved at me.

"Bruce, over here!" she called out.

For a moment, she seemed like Alice from the past—bright and lively, with eyes full of me.

I found myself walking toward her, a swirl of emotions churning inside.

Alice stood waiting for me when suddenly, a truck barreled toward her.

She was frozen, not even moving to dodge.

"Alice!"

In that split second, my mind went blank.