After My Wife's Death, Her Younger Sister Takes a Liking to Me

After returning home from the accident scene, the wedding photo on the wall glared at me, making my eyes hurt.

I grabbed a cup and smashed it against the photo, then proceeded to break everything I could find in the house. I sat among the shattered glass, numb to it all.

"They say the dead deserve respect, but does that mean the pain of the living has to be swallowed alone?

Jane, out of all the ways to die, why did you have to choose the one that humiliates us both?"

I picked up a glass of liquor, the fiery burn rolling down my throat to my stomach. It almost felt like it warmed my heart.

Through the haze, I smelled a familiar scent. The fragrance of her pajamas and body wash. It was... my wife's scent.

She helped me lie down, undressing me as her soft lips pressed against mine.

Feeling a long-lost excitement, I pulled her into my arms and rolled on top of her.

My hand slid up under her nightgown, roaming upward until I reached her waist. She trembled slightly and wrapped her arms around me.

She pressed closer, kissing me and teasing me.

"Jane, you finally came home."

This must be a dream. In dreams, there's no betrayal or arguments, just warmth.

My hand moved to her waist, searching for the familiar scar. Every time I was intimate with my wife, I liked to touch the scar from when she'd been burned by boiling water as a child.

No scar! She wasn't Jane!

It felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped over me. I snapped back to reality instantly, my mind clearing.

Ashley was wearing her sister's pajamas. Her face flushed as she looked at me shyly, calling out seductively, "Eric..."

A chill ran down my spine.

"Am I a monster? What the hell am I doing!"

I slapped myself hard twice, the pain grounding me, reminding me this was all real.

I awkwardly stood up, but a slender hand grabbed my arm while the other caressed my chest.

"Ashley, do you know what you're doing?" I demanded sharply.

She smiled shyly, her hand sliding down my chest as she gazed at me affectionately.

"Eric, I like you. You like me too, don't you?"

I angrily shoved her onto the bed. She curled up, looking pitiful as she asked, "You... don't like me?"

Jane had just died, yet her sister didn't show a trace of sorrow. She was in a hurry to get into her brother-in-law's room...

"Take off your sister's clothes!"

I was furious about Jane's infidelity, but that didn't mean I'd stoop to the same level to get back at her.

Ashley hesitated for a moment, then seemed to understand.

She pulled down one of the straps, revealing her pale shoulder, seductively teasing, "Eric, you know how to play.

"How about I get my sister's photo? We can put it next to us while we do this."

"What is she thinking?

Idiot!"

I jumped up, throwing the blanket over Ashley's bewildered face.

This only made me more certain. There was more to Jane's death than met the eye.