Love That Never Loses the Chemistry

The day after my body was thrown into the river, my husband, Peter Samuel, called me back.

"Zoey Tyler, stop this nonsense! I won't marry Eleanor Shane, but I will keep her baby."

My soul floated into the air, and I saw Peter holding a pregnancy test report, stroking it gently with his fingers.

My mother-in-law sat on the sofa, feeding a woman soup gently.

The three of them looked happy.

I wonder

if they would be able to live happily like this if they knew I was dead.