Beneath the Scalpel: A Dead Wife's Secret

I glared at the couple kissing passionately beside the remnants of my dead body. I wanted to float away, but I couldn't.

Even after dying, I'd turned into a lingering soul that couldn't go anywhere. I was forced to hang around Nathan.

I felt so pathetic. When I was still alive, Nathan treated me as if I didn't exist. Now that I was dead, I was forced to witness him and Gina in each other's arms.

They were glued to each other when Nathan's phone rang, interrupting them. With a dark expression, Nathan picked his phone up and checked the screen.

It was a call from his mother, Marie Walker.

Nathan rejected the call without hesitation before getting all hot and heavy with Gina again.

All of a sudden, I recalled that I'd promised to take Marie to the hospital for a health check today. It was already nighttime, and I was a no-show. She couldn't get in touch with me either.

She must've been worried sick right now.

By the time Nathan left the laboratory, it was already past 10:00 pm. When he got home, Marie immediately interrogated him.

"Nathan, did you have a fight with Charlotte?"

Hearing that, Nathan assumed I'd complained to her, so he denied it in an exasperated manner.

Not believing him, Marie continued, "You must've upset Charlotte. Why else would she avoid calling me for the last three days? Every year, she would take your mother-in-law, Nancy, and me to the hospital for a health examination on this very day, but neither one of us could get in touch with her today."

Only then did Nathan find out that I took both our mothers for a health check every year.

"I'm telling you right now. I don't care what you did to Charlotte, but you'd better win her back! If you don't, I'm cutting off all ties with you!"

Nathan simply responded with a half-hearted hum of acknowledgment. He went to his study and took his phone out. He began thinking about taking my number off the blacklist.

When I turned to leave during our fight, he threatened me, saying, "If you leave right now, don't even think about returning! Don't expect me to try and get you to come back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he blacklisted my number.

Well, he got what he wanted. I was gone for good.

Nathan paced in his study. After much deliberation, he finally decided to remove my number from his blacklist. Being the proud man he was, it was only natural that he didn't bother messaging me first.

But after waiting for an hour without receiving anything from me, he hesitated long and hard before sending me an emoji. 30 minutes passed without a response from me. Even after an hour, I still hadn't replied to him.

Pissed to no end, Nathan turned his phone off and headed to his room to sleep.

As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he spotted my work outfit hanging neatly on the chair in front of the dressing table. That was a habit of mine. Every Sunday night, I would hang my work outfit on that chair. Seeing that, he walked over to the clothes and fiddled with it.

It was Tuesday today. Could it be that I hadn't been home in the last few days?

Nathan was just thinking that when he suddenly caught himself. He asked himself why he even bothered worrying about me.

Seemingly in a fit of anger, he messed up my work outfit before getting in bed to sleep.

However, he spent the night in a fitful sleep. He kept having a nightmare. It involved a woman whose face he couldn't see. She was holding a baby who kept crying incessantly—piercing, haunting cries.