After I Died My Cheating Husband Loved Me

chapter 4

Frank came to the balcony after Rita went to bed.

I watched from behind him.

He checked our chat logs from a week ago.

There were few messages, all from me.

The last message I sent him was at the bottom.

"Are you coming home tonight? I brought you a present."

It was our third anniversary.

We were in a cold war. If he didn't cut off contact with Rita, I couldn't find him or buy him a gift.

Why?

I tried to remember but couldn't. I was a bit worried, my headache was getting worse and the pins and needles came back.

I stopped thinking and relaxed.

Frank lit a cigarette and checked his phone.

He swiped faster and looked annoyed. I thought he was angry because I hadn't contacted him for a long time. After a cigarette, he swiped to the bottom of his phone. He sent me a message: "Make chocolate donuts and send it over, Rita wants it."

Frank never comes to me. This is the first time.

He did that for Rita.

No one answered.

He looked annoyed.

I usually reply to him quickly, but now I'm faced with a sinking message.

I sarcastically hooked my lips.

Frank, I'm dead.

How can a dead person reply to your message?

"f**k YOU!!!"

"Your head is full of s**t. You're so hooked on one woman that you don't even want your wife."

I laughed and guessed it was my best friend, Mary.

More messages came up.

Frank's brow furrowed as he read. His face was gloomy and his mood seemed as bad as could be.

Another message came in.

Frank answered the call.

He wants to teach me a lesson.

He would say that I'm disobedient and curse.

However, the person on the other side of the phone didn't give him a chance.

"Frank, you're a waste of space, polluting the air and corrupting society."

"It's really bad luck to marry someone like you!"

Frank's face got angrier with every word.

He lit a cigarette but didn't have time to smoke.

The other side said, "She is dead, your wife is dead!"

Frank froze, holding the cigarette with a trembling finger.

After a long time, he laughed and said, "Playing dead? When did she learn this?"

"Let her answer the phone."

I laughed.

He still didn't trust me.

"Frank, are you out of your mind?"

"Why aren't you dead?"

Mary hung up the phone, and it was quiet again.

Souls don't cry.

But now, I want to cry, and I wrap my arms around myself and curl up on the cold floor.

There was someone in this world still care about me.