I Thought I Buried Her Forever
Language: en
Yesterday, something impossible happened: my wife, dead for three years, was in a car accident. It took me back to that night three years ago, her birthday. I came home early and caught a sweet, musky scent as I entered. Following it to the bedroom, I found her and my assistant, Mark, in our bed. I can still hear Mark pant, “God, Hannah, you’re incredible,” and Hannah’s throaty laugh, “What if Nathan walked in? He’s a spineless loser, just like his son. Soon I’ll leave him with nothing.” Hannah never woke up the next morning. I fired Mark in her name, blacklisting him for good. I told…