The Scapegoat for His First Love
Language: en
Two years after my death, my husband once again wanted me to take the fall for his ‘first love.’ He came to my house with a fabricated confession, only to find it empty. Left with no choice, he inquired about my whereabouts with a neighbor. But the neighbor told him: “Her? Oh, she died a long time ago!” “I heard she suffered terribly in prison. She passed away from complications just two days after her release.” My husband refused to believe it, convinced that I was conspiring with the neighbor to deceive him. His face darkened. He scoffed, “So, I put her in prison for a few years, and now…