Three years after I died, my wife finally learned the truth.
Language: en
It was three years after my death when my wife, Seraphina Hayes, demanded my kidney for her childhood sweetheart, Julian Thorne, again. She arrived at my old place, donation papers clutched in her hand, only to find strangers living there. Desperate, she tracked down my landlord, Mr. Henderson, to find out where I’d gone. But he just told her: “Liam? He’s long gone! Heard he died from a full-body infection after a kidney surgery. Couldn't afford the meds, so he just... faded away.” Seraphina scoffed, refusing to believe him. She accused Mr. Henderson of being in cahoots with me,…