After I Died, My Husband Suddenly Began to Love Me

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love.

His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore."

Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?"

It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.