After I Died, My Husband Cried with Regret

My husband, Brian, scattered my ashes on our daughter.

In a torrential downpour!

My daughter, Lily, held my lifeless body, heartbroken.

I looked at my mangled limbs, full of regret.

Just moments ago, Brian's childhood sweetheart, Winnie, called to tell me he had a heart attack and urgently needed his medication at the office.

Despite being bedridden with a high fever, I couldn't let Lily go out in the heavy rain to deliver the medication.

When I arrived at the office, drenched from head to toe, I saw Winnie clinging to him, acting coy and playful.