Revenge for the Forgotten Wife
Language: en
Three years after my death, I suddenly 'woke up.’ No flesh, no memory, just a wisp of a soul. I was trapped, tethered to Jason's side, forced to watch him and his wife in their blissful ignorance. Then, one day, his wife was cleaning out the attic and stumbled upon a photograph of me. “Who’s this?” she asked offhandedly, a casual chuckle on her lips. Jason’s voice was flat as he tossed the photo into the trash. "Just a dead person. Elara, I think? I can barely remember her name anymore." Elara. So that was my name. A forgotten ex-wife. But that very night, I saw Jason secretly…