My Wife Faked Her Death

Summary

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up.

She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above.

“Honey, you really did pass my test.”

I was holding some moldy stale bread.

I stared at her in bewilderment.

It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it.

“I wanted to see if your love is real.”