The Wife Kissed Her Lover Passionately and Got Into A Car Accident

Nicole said to him, "Don't worry. The police were already there when I brought you to the hospital."

Theo replied, "Let's hope so. I didn't expect something like this to happen. I hope that person is okay. He's probably fine. If something were wrong, the police would have contacted us ..."

Before Nicole could finish her sentence, the police called.

While she was still comforting Theo, her face turned pale the next moment and her phone fell to the ground. Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

Theo, shocked by Nicole's reaction, propped himself up to ask what was happening. He saw Nicole shaking her head repeatedly, muttering "impossible" and "it can't be him."

Frightened, Theo grabbed her hand, his eyes full of anxiety while he asked, "What are you saying? What do you mean it's not him?"

Nicole shoved Theo's hand away and picked up the phone from the ground, repeatedly dialing the number. But all she heard was the cold, mechanical voice of a voicemail saying the phone was off.

Unable to bear it anymore, Nicole threw the phone down and screamed, "Why won't you answer the phone? Matthew, tell me it's not you!"

The police had called to inform Nicole that the deceased was dead on the spot. At first, she had been trying to explain that it was dark and the light was poor and that the accident wasn't intentional.

But when the police asked about her relationship with the deceased, Nicole was stunned and replied that she didn't know him. When she heard that the motorcycle was registered in her name, she became frantic.

The motorcycle had been a gift I gave her on our third anniversary and I had assembled it myself. She had cherished it deeply, only taking it out for cleaning every six months.

I had started the motorcycle when I chased after her last night. I thought I might persuade her to come back and we could take a ride together.

But I didn't anticipate that decision would lead to my complete disappearance. After the collision, my body was face down and the rapid friction had disfigured me, making it hard to identify who I was.

DNA testing would take some time, so the police could only use the motorcycle to identify the victim. When Nicole heard about the motorcycle, she must have realized the victim was me. After all, apart from her, I was the only one who could use it.

Seeing Nicole's breakdown, Theo tightly gripped her arm and tried to comfort her, "It can't be him. When you left, he was still at home. How could he be there? Maybe someone else customized a motorcycle just like yours."

"Yes, when we left, he was still at home sulking. How could he have gone there?" Nicole seemed to be comforting Theo, but it also felt like she was trying to convince herself.

With Theo's comfort, she gradually regained her composure and decided to visit the company to find me in the afternoon.

But before noon, the police called again, confirming that the deceased was indeed her husband, Matthew Johnson.

This time, Nicole didn't hesitate. Ignoring Theo's protests, she headed straight to the police station. Before leaving, I saw Theo's face light up with a smug smile, "I didn't expect it to be this easy," he said.

At that moment, I realized I must have forgotten something important, but I couldn't remember what. On the way there, Nicole showed no sign of sorrow, only a furrowed brow as she thought deeply.

Even though I was already dead, I couldn't fathom what could still trouble her. Perhaps it was just Theo, who had hit me? As I pondered this, Nicole arrived at the scene and was led by the police to finally see me.

The more composed she appeared, the deeper my resentment grew. I had loved her for five years and spoiled her for five years. To see her so detached in the face of my corpse showed just how heartless she could be.

"Officer, he is not my husband," Nicole declared.