I’ve Been Dead for Three Years

I knelt on the ground and cried. On this day, I had watched both my beloved wife and daughter die.

I had died three years ago, so why was I being forced to see all of this?

I recalled the night of Samantha’s birthday three years ago.

To marry Katrina, I had cut all my ties with my family. I started my own family and got a small home. We lived humble but happy lives.

The week before Samantha’s birthday, Anthony suddenly texted me, saying that Samantha had forgiven me long ago, even though she never mentioned it. He hoped that I could come home and spend Samantha’s birthday with her.

Even though Katrina was worried, I drove three days alone to reach the Harding family home.

I stopped at the entrance to the building, and before I could even open the car door, the world suddenly shook. Before I could react, I watched as the buildings before me collapsed one by one.

The neatly laid out buildings instantly became ruins, and cries and shouts for help rang out.

My hand shook as I opened the car door. I ran toward where I knew my old home was.

With the help of the rescue team, I found Samantha under a huge piece of rubble. Her face was covered in blood, and she was unconscious. I used all my strength to remove the piece of rubble, and the rescue team hauled Samantha out.

Before I could retreat to safety, there was another shockwave rumbling under my feet.

Unfortunately, the second earthquake shook loose a steel girder from above. It descended rapidly and ran me through, going straight through my heart. Fresh blood blossomed on my shirt.

The instant I died, my mind was filled with memories of the time I spent with Samantha. In every memory, I was being scolded or beaten, and it was all because of Anthony. I could not find a single happy memory.

In the end, I thought of Katrina and Madison, who both loved me. I grieved over never being able to see them again.

At the same time, I hoped that Samantha would treat Katrina and Madison well because I had saved her.

I never expected that Samantha would not even try to contact or learn any news about them.

Worse, three years later, she would kill Katrina and Madison in an attempt to save Anthony. I had given my life for Samantha, but it had done nothing to get even a shred of love from her.

Suddenly, Samantha’s icy voice pulled me from my memories.

“Good job going into hiding so well, Aiden. Don’t blame me for being

ruthless and not helping this girl. Let her die out here on the street.”

My eyes bulged as I stared at her in disbelief.

The truck driver had already driven off, but Madison was still alive. Why would no one save her?

Without hesitation, Samantha turned away, got into her car, and drove away.

I was only a ghost. There was nothing I could do. I could only watch helplessly as Madison stopped breathing.

Hatred and grief smothered me. I yelled at the sky as if deranged. I asked the universe why it had treated me this way.

There was a flash of white light, and I was forcefully pulled back to Samantha’s side.