Fated to Misfortune
Language: en
In my last life, at my own birthday party, my wife Seraphina’s ‘best friend,’ Caleb, cornered me with a smirk and a glass of champagne. “Hey, Ash,” he’d said, his voice dripping with condescension. “Sera had a little too much to drink last night. I was the one who gave her a bath. Don’t take it personally.” I exploded. The fight that followed ended with me screaming for a divorce. To escape the nauseating pair, I agreed to walk away with nothing. I died alone in a dingy rental, succumbing to a sudden illness with no one by my side. After my death, Seraphina’s company went public. Her…