I Died, and My Scumbag Husband Went Mad

Eric, my husband acted recklessly and learned of my unexpected death.

I had been married to Eric for more than ten years, accompanying him in building our life from scratch.

Several years after he became the boss, he got entangled with his personal secretary.

Later, Lisa, the secretary, came to my door with the pregnancy test report. She said, "You are old and unattractive, but I am different. Moreover, I am carrying his child."

I was disheartened and took the initiative to file for divorce.

I never expected that, three days before the divorce, an accident happened and I died a tragic death in the wilderness.

And he, a hundred miles away, was drinking and bragging with his friends.

"I've told you, she definitely doesn't want to get divorced, otherwise why didn't she go to City Hall a few days ago?"

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The vagrant had disappeared without a trace.

I had a headache from being hit with a blunt object on my head, and gradually there was liquid flowing out from under me.

Gradually, my consciousness peeled away, and all the pain in my body disappeared. I felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

I floated up and saw myself, pale-faced, not far away.

Moonlight cast a layer of silver-gray on me, my pupils dilated, my mouth opened wide, showing that I was enduring great pain.

A pool of blood flowed from under me; that was my most cherished child.

I begged countless gods, drank a lot of medicine, and went through many rounds of in vitro fertilization to have this child.

Grief came with the wind, and I wanted to wipe away my tears, but found it useless.

I died.

I died in the place where Eric Brown and I grew up together.

I wondered what Eric would think if he knew I died here, and died from being violated by a vagrant.

Maybe he wouldn't care.

After all, Lisa was pregnant with his child.

I couldn't attend the divorce tomorrow.

I didn't know if he would come to find me.

I looked around and felt sad, but had to admit it.

It was probably hard for anyone to find me.

This church had been deserted for a long time. Since the new road was built, it had become even more desolate here.

But unexpectedly, someone found me on the third day after my death.

Unfortunately, it was not Eric, but a villager who came to hike.

He got scared and ran into the mountains. After a while, he ran back to report to the police.

In just one day, this church was surrounded by people and became overcrowded.

Villagers came to watch the scene, and white lines were drawn around the area. The police had to evacuate the crowd.

After the police took photos for evidence, they covered me with a white cloth and sent me to the funeral parlor.

Perhaps my body was placed properly, and I was pulled by an invisible force.

When familiar scenery appeared, I realized that this force wanted me to come back and find him.

Eric.