Skipping Her Pastries

Summary

The night of the fatal car crash, my wife was busy throwing a lavish birthday party for her childhood sweetheart.

Meanwhile, I drew my very last breath alone on a freezing cold operating table.

When I opened my eyes again, I was thrown back to my high school days.

Watching her flirt endlessly with him, I quietly backed out of their world.

Years later, drenched in a torrential downpour, she clutched the hem of my jacket with tears streaming down her face.

She begged me to give her