After My Death, My Wife Goes Mad

My wife's heart's desire and I were in car accidents at the same time.

I was hanging by a thread, fighting for my life, while he walked away with just a few scratches.

Without a moment's hesitation, my wife ditched me to go be with him.

She didn't even bother calling an ambulance for me.

In the end, I succumbed to my injuries, and he vanished with a bag full of money, leaving her behind in the chaos.

Weeks later, I found my wife kneeling at my grave, consumed by regret.

Desperate to reach me one last time, she swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, hoping for a chance to dream of us.