After I Died, My Husband Suddenly Began to Love Me

I was suddenly terrified. Maybe he had never loved me at all.

Christopher's deep, magnetic voice came through, filled with an emotion I had never heard before.

"Don't say such silly things. I’m your husband. How could I not love you?"

It felt so comforting, and with that thought, I sank into a deep sleep.

……

The surgery went smoothly, and Nikki survived.

I had turned into a lonely, wandering soul, unable even to save my child.

My baby had not even fully formed yet, just a tiny embryo without a soul, leaving me to be a ghost in this world all alone.

Maybe I used up all my good luck the moment I met Christopher. Now I had died on the operating table, taking with me the child who never even got the chance to open their eyes and see the world.

That’s right, my innocent baby died with me!

I was consumed with hatred! I hated those butchers who killed my baby, and I hated those unscrupulous doctors who covered up the truth!

Christopher pressed a kiss to Nikki’s forehead, completely forgetting that just before the surgery, he had sworn he would love me.

A sharp pain shot through my chest. Wasn’t I already dead? Why could I still feel pain?

My mother-in-law, Sally Ford, rushed in, leaning against the door frame. She was out of breath, constantly wiping the sweat from her face with a handkerchief.

How ironic. She had not even attended my wedding to Christopher, claiming she was too old and frail to handle the stress.

Turned out, that was a lie too.

"Nikki is such a kind girl, nothing like that bar hostess. Good people always get their reward!"

Sally knew exactly why I became a bar hostess in the first place.

The nurse looked at this family with a mix of emotions and gestured for the doctor to speak up.

I noticed that this was not the doctor who had performed my surgery. Before I could think further, the doctor began to speak.

"Mr. Ford, Mrs. Ford has pa—"

Before the doctor could finish, Christopher cut him off impatiently.

"How much do you want? Just name your price."

Sally waved her hand dismissively, completely indifferent.

"Why are we even talking about that woman right now? Can’t you read the room?"

The doctor, remembering how I kept calling out for Christopher before I died, could not hold back and added, "Mrs. Ford was asking to see you one last time before she passed."

Christopher frowned, clearly irritated.

"Tell her to drop the act. Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her."

"Christopher," Nikki cried, leaning into his chest.

Her tears were streaming down her face as she sobbed pitifully. "Phoebe couldn’t have died because of me, right? It’s all my fault. Just let me die!"

Christopher immediately grew concerned, softly comforting her.

"Tell her if she keeps pretending to be dead, she doesn’t need to come back.

"She’s being so dramatic. It was just a bone marrow donation, for God’s sake."

Dramatic? So risking my life to save his one true love was just being dramatic.

Suddenly, I felt like I did not know the man standing in front of me. Christopher, didn’t you say you would love me if I donated my bone marrow?

Why did my child have to die while you’re here whispering sweet words to another woman?

……

The day Nikki was discharged, Sally made a pot of rich chicken soup. The smell wafted through the air, even reaching my nose.

All these years of marriage, and I had never once tasted Sally’s cooking.

Christopher always asked me to be understanding, to be considerate of how hard it was for her to raise him all on her own.

In the end, my understanding led me to death!

As the nurse wheeled my body away, Christopher frowned and pulled Nikki close to him.

"Nikki just got out of the hospital. She cannot see something this unlucky. Hurry up and wheel it away!"