After I Died My Cheating Husband Loved Me

chapter 5

The cigarette burned to the end, burning Frank's fingertips.

He threw away the cigarette and went back to his room.

He thought that was just a prank.

The next day, Frank got up early.

This was the first time he left Rita's side after my death. I followed him, noticing that the road was becoming more and more familiar. It was only when his car stopped in front of a neighbourhood that I realized he was here to find my best friend, Mary. I started to get curious.

Frank knocked on the door, sounding grumpy and impatient.

He seemed annoyed I was gone.

"Who is it, so early in the morning?"

Mary was disturbed early in the morning and spoke rudely.

"You're sick, aren't you?"

She opened the door and saw Frank. "What a psycho."

"Where is she?"

Frank's tone was cold and questioning.

"She died a week ago." Mary answered, feeling annoyed.

"She died when you were taking care of your lover at that time."

"Enough." Frank hit the door with his fist, blood coming out of his hand. "She is really capable now. She ran away from home and joined forces with you to lie to me."

"Tell her I want to see her within a day or I'll make her pay."

Frank was slapped before he could finish.

He stopped moving.

"I'll take you to see her."

Frank followed Mary, and he frowned as they walked.

"Why are you bringing me here?"

"I want to see Sandra!"

In the morgue, no one answered. He heard only his own voice.

Mary stopped at the door. She turned to Frank and said, "You wanted to see her. She's inside."

Frank looked at the door. He denied it.

''The person you want to see is inside, just go in and check if I'm lying to you.''

Mary left and was about to leave again when she stopped and took a piece of paper from her pocket.

She gave it to Frank.

"Found it on her body, she didn't tell you." Mary looked at him and said through gritted teeth, 'People like you should live in remorse and suffer.'

Frank let her be sarcastic and just listened. He looked at the paper, his hands shaking, eyes red, tears falling on it. He muttered, "Impossible."

I went over to see what was on the paper.

I was too late. Frank had already got it.

He looked at the door between me and him, life and death.

He opened it slowly with shaking hands.

He was weak and had to hold on to something to get to me.

My swollen body was on the bed, and I looked unreadable.

Maybe it had been put away too long and I was unrecognizable.

Frank's face was sad, he stood stiffly, crying, and he fell to his knees.

The lights flickered. His fists were bruised with his nails embedded in his flesh. He didn't feel it even when blood stains appeared.

The cold man took my hand and sobbed.

"Sandra." Maybe it was because he was crying, his voice was muffled, "Sandra, get up, look at me."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be angry with me. I know I'm wrong. I'll let Rita leave, but you need to come back first."

Frank stroked my face, like a child. No matter what he said, the person on the bed ignored him. If I were alive, I might have been happy. But I'm dead. I can't be happy. Repentance after death doesn't get forgiveness.

Frank talked a lot. He took my hand and sat on the ground, crying.

"Honey, were you in pain? I know, but you were afraid of needles."

"I'm sorry. I let you down."

I laughed, but I cried.

Frank, you remember I'm afraid of injections.

In my last year at school, Frank had a fever and didn't know how to cook, so I went out in the rain to bring him food.

The buses stopped running because of the rain, so I had to walk. I was soaked by the time I got to his house.

We both had a fever.

At the hospital, I was afraid of the pain, so I bit his arm.

He said, "If it hurts, bite my arm. I'll be there for you."

"As long as you are OK, I am willing to pay the price of my life."

I was amused, but quickly replied, 'What unlucky words to say, we all have to live a long life."

But we didn't stay together forever, and I didn't live to be a hundred.

Frank, when I had the car accident, it hurt so much.

It hurt much, much more than an injection.

But at that time, you were with Rita.