His Death, My Freedom
Language: en
My husband died in another woman's bed. When I got the call, my first reaction was pure disbelief. It wasn't until they clearly stated my husband's name and age that I rushed over to deal with his remains. Everyone around cried and cursed him for being a heartless man, but I calmly covered him with a blanket. David's ghost hovered beside me, asking, "How come you're not angry at all?" 1 When I arrived at the hotel, the small room was already packed with people. Chloe, David's young girlfriend, was trembling as she answered the police's questions. The officer asked her, "Did the deceased…