The Third Year After My Death, When My Husband Wanted Me to Donate Bone Marrow to His Childhood Sweetheart, He Finally Discovered I Was Dead
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Three years after my death, my husband finally remembered me. The reason? His childhood friend Faye's leukemia had relapsed, and she needed another bone marrow transplant. He came to the house where I used to live, intending to have me sign a donation agreement. But he found the place long abandoned. He asked the neighbors about me. "You mean Chloe? She's been dead for years!" one replied. "I heard she was forced to donate bone marrow while she was sick. She passed away just days after returning home." He refused to believe it, convinced the neighbors were conspiring with me to…