After I Died, My Husband Cried with Regret

My husband, Brian, scattered my ashes on our daughter.

In a torrential downpour!

My daughter, Lily, held my lifeless body, heartbroken.

I looked at my mangled limbs, full of regret.

Just moments ago, Brian's childhood sweetheart, Winnie, called to tell me he had a heart attack and urgently needed his medication at the office.

Despite being bedridden with a high fever, I couldn't let Lily go out in the heavy rain to deliver the medication.

When I arrived at the office, drenched from head to toe, I saw Winnie clinging to him, acting coy and playful.

"Brian, if your wife doesn't come soon, I'm definitely losing this bet."

Brian had his arm around her waist, looking smug.

"Don't worry! She'd bring anything if I asked."

"So impressive, Brian! You really know how to handle your wife!"

I stood there in shock.

My love for him had become his bragging rights among friends, a game he played for amusement.

Overwhelmed with anger, I dropped the medication and ran into the pouring rain, only to be hit by a speeding truck and killed on the spot.

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The rain fell harder.

Watching Lily hold my body in utter sorrow tore me apart.

Moments later!

She frantically called Brian with my phone, but received no answer.

Ever since Winnie started working at his company, he'd put my calls and messages on Do Not Disturb.

Unless he contacted me first, I had no way to reach him.

"Dad, please answer the phone!"

It took until the 31st call for Brian to finally pick up.

"What's wrong with you? It's just a game. If you call me again, I'll make sure you can never reach me again."

Before Lily could say anything, all she heard was the busy signal on the other end.

Brian assumed I was calling to pick a fight.

Despite catching him and Winnie being inappropriate, he got angry first.

This time, it wasn't him who would never contact me again.

It was I who would never give him the chance to contact me again.

Lily had no choice but to let the hospital take my body away.

Maybe to let Brian see me one last time, Lily braved the rain to go to his office once more.

She opened the door to find Brian, her father, kissing Winnie.

Their colleagues had long accepted their relationship, clapping and cheering them on.

Lily, perhaps seeing Brian's true face for the first time, looked utterly shocked.

"Lily, why are you here?

"Don't misunderstand. Aunt Winnie and I were just playing a game!"

"Dad, you're not sick?

"If you're not sick, why did you make mom bring the medication? Mom, she..."

Lily didn't want to delve into adult matters; she just wanted to tell Brian about my death.

But Brian interrupted her harshly, pushing her out the door in disgust.

"Your mom sent you, didn't she? Tell her she can die wherever she wants, but stay out of my business.

"Do you know how embarrassing it was for me when your mom showed up looking like that at the office?"

Hearing his words, I felt a deep sense of irony.

I had overstepped my bounds, making him lose face.

I had risked a fever and braved a torrential downpour, to bring him his medication.