After I Died My Cheating Husband Loved Me

chapter 3

I stared down at Frank Thornton, my eyes fixed on him,eager to know his reply.But he just got up from Rita Hart, silently adjusting his clothes, seemingly unwilling to answer.

The room was silent for a long time.

Forget it.

After all this tension, I deflated, my shoulders slumping.

I realized his answer didn't seem so important anymore.

After all, I was already dead. Even if he married Rita Hart, there was nothing I could do.Even if he didn't marry her, we could never go back to how things were.

What's the point?

I wanted to leave, to go wherever I was supposed to go.

I floated away, but just as I was about to exit the room,a sharp pain shot through my body.The pain felt like a saw tearing me apart; every movement was like countless silver needles piercing my heart and lungs.Just like when I was alive,I felt tiny beads of sweat forming on my forehead, my body trembling, my limbs stiffening.

As I felt my soul starting to dissipate, a figure gradually came into focus before my eyes. I watched their mouths move, then their voices reached my ears.

"You don't want to leave because you're trapped by your own regrets."

"Only by resolving these regrets can your soul move on from here."

...

When I opened my eyes again, I was back where I started,hovering in mid-air, digesting their words.

It took a while, but I finally understood what they meant.

It turned out I couldn't leave Frank

Thornton's side.If I moved more than ten feet away from him, I'd be pulled back instantly.

They said I could only leave once I fulfilled my heart's desire.

But what was my unfulfilled desire?

I was at a loss and just sat down, watching them with despair and numbness.

Frank Thornton loved desserts, especially the ones I made.

We met in sophomore year of high school and started dating our freshman year of college.

The year we graduated, his family went bankrupt, and Frank's parents both jumped to their deaths,leaving him all alone.

During that time, he was deeply despondent, often locking himself in his room,drinking excessively.

At his worst, he developed severe depression and attempted suicide several times, but I managed to find him in time.

Eventually,he could only sleep with sleeping pills, so I moved in to be with him.

Slowly, he got better and was determined to restart the family business.

From then on, he was constantly entertaining clients with wine and would rush to the bathroom to vomit every night after coming home.

Once, he drank so much that he ended up hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer.

I felt for him, but I couldn't help with the business,so I focused on cooking meals for him to restore his stomach.

He said his favorite was the chocolate donuts I made.

Now, he's built his company,and our life is getting better and better.

It seems like everything has changed, yet nothing has really changed.

The one constant is his love for my chocolate donuts.

Rita Hart put the child to sleep, came out of the bedroom,and walked to the living room.

"What are you eating?"

Frank Thornton didn't respond,just kept eating the chocolate donuts one by one.

She came over, sat next to him,and cooed, "Sneaking something delicious, huh?I want some too."

No!

I screamed silently, but they couldn't hear me.

My eyes reddened as I watched Frank Thornton intently, trying to gauge his reaction.

Frank stopped her hand as she reached for a donut. Her face went pale, and she turned to him,her eyes slightly wet.

"Frank, what are you doing?”

"These have been here a long time, they're not fresh."Frank realized his rudeness and released her hand,"If you want some, 'll get you some tomorrow."

I felt a bit relieved.

"No,"Rita pouted, looking at Frank with a hint of tears, "I want it now."

She was testing him.

She wanted to see if Frank still had feelings for me.

She was forcing him to choose.

"Okay."Frank's voice was gentle as he wiped her tears and fed her a donut.

Rita smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

I was stunned, tears silently trailing down my face.

At that moment, it was as if a knife was slowly twisting in my heart, tearing me apart.

This was more than just a donut.

It symbolized my love with Frank Thornton.

I sat on the ground, looking at him in defeat,my lips curling with self-mockery.

"So delicious."Rita sat on his lap, swinging her legs, "Can she make some more?"

Frank's hand holding the donut froze for a moment before he replied, "sure."