My Funeral Awakened Her Love

Right after I die, my wife goes on a date with her first love.

I once told her, "If I die, I swear I won't love you in the next life."

She scoffs. "Gladly. But people like you live forever, don't they?"

Just as she wishes, I die.

However, right then, she holds my urn close, whispering, "Are you still mad at me?"

The clock struck midnight. I stared at the sky-blue cake that was slowly melting on the table. The single candle had long since burned out.

Just like that, my birthday quietly ended.

I walked over, looked at the forgotten cake, and took a bite. "Happy birthday," I muttered to myself.

Then, without a second thought, I tossed the entire cake into the trash can.

It was late when she finally came home.

I looked toward the front door as she stepped inside. "You're back."

Seraphine Evans cast a cold glance my way, her brows furrowing in disapproval. "Do you ever do anything other than drink?"

I swirled the drink in my glass and gave a soft laugh. "Drinking is an elegant thing to do."

Then I staggered toward her. "It's good stuff. Come on, have a sip…" I held out the glass.

She narrowed her eyes and pushed my hand away. "You should go to bed."

The push sent most of the wine sloshing out of the glass. The sharpness of it sobered me up a little. I lowered the glass and finally looked at her properly. "Today's my birthday."

Her eyes paused for a split second before returning to their usual indifference.

"Since it's my birthday, there should be a gift," I said, exhaling. "You're not giving me one, so I'll give you something instead."

I reached into the drawer next to the sofa, pulled out a document, and tossed it onto the table. "This is my gift to you."

Her gaze fell on the words printed across the cover: Divorce Agreement. It was the one she gave me. She had signed it a long time ago.

When she saw my name was also on the paper, her brow furrowed as she asked calmly, "What kind of stunt are you trying to pull now?"

"Our families arranged this marriage and kept you tied to me all these years. I know it hasn't been easy. You've always had your heart set on your first love, haven't you? It's time to go back to him."

I placed the papers into her hands. Before she could react, I leaned in and gently kissed her on the forehead.