I'm Done​

Summary

In the tenth year of my marriage to Chris, I died in a car crash.

After my death, I watched, invisible, as he calmly went to identify my mangled body. He handled the funeral arrangements with perfunctory efficiency, notifying relatives as if checking off a list. Worried I might linger and haunt him, he even hired a spiritualist to perform a cleansing ritual.

Before even a week had passed since my death, he was living with Seraphina, the one that got away.

It's true that I had forced him into our marriage, but after ten years, I truly believed that he had grown to love me, at least a little.