Farewell, My Beloved

My husband and his first love were both diagnosed with cancer.

Hers was fake; mine was real. Yet, my husband refused to believe me.

Later, I was kidnapped, and the kidnapper told me, “Call your husband. If he comes, you’ll live.”

But my husband only responded, “If you want to come back, come back yourself. Don’t expect me to pick you up.”

With that, he pushed me toward my death.

When my skinless body lay in the morgue, he didn’t realize that the one lying there, never to cause trouble again, was his wife.