My Wife Only Loved Me After Death
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It's only a day after my death, and my wife, Abbie Johnson, is at a hotel with her first love, wearing a red dress.
I once told her while I was drunk, "Next life around, I'll let you go. And I'll set myself free, too."
Abbie just rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I can't wait. Hope that day comes sooner."
Now she gets her wish. I'm gone.
She walks right past my body without batting an eye.
Yet the moment they slide me into the incinerator, she suddenly charges forward like she has lost her mind. "Can we please just stop fighting?"
