The 28th Floor Drop: Notes on a Crematorium
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I’ve read countless stories about cheating husbands eventually crawling back, begging for forgiveness. I never thought I’d end up starring in one.
Except, my story didn't have the part where he begs. Just the part where everything burns.
Because I actually died.
I became a ghost, watching the man who betrayed me. Seven days after I passed, it was like a delayed reaction finally crushed him. Inside the house I could never go back to, he howled and wept, utterly broken.
You ask me how that felt?
