Dead Three Years, My Wife Wants Me to Take the Blame for Her First Love

Summary

I have been dead for three years.

Today, my lawyer wife showed up at my overgrown childhood home in the countryside, clutching a printed plea deal.

She couldn't find me anywhere, so she eventually had to knock on a neighbor's door to ask for my whereabouts.

"Mike has been dead for a long time," the neighbor told her flatly. "Word is, right after he got out of prison, the victims' families tracked him down and beat him to death."

My wife refused to believe a single word. She was convinced the neighbor and I were running some kind of sick con.