After I Died, My Husband Suddenly Began to Love Me

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love.

His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore."

Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?"

It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.

When Christopher came home, I was gently caressing my slightly rounded belly, where our child was growing.

I was just about to share the happy news with him, but to my surprise, he came back earlier than expected.

In our ten years of marriage, it was the first time we had been so in sync.

"Honey, I’m pregnant!"

I could not stop the smile spreading across my face, already picturing him picking me up and spinning me around like they do in the dramas.

But that image never came to life. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his exhaustion clear. It made my heart ache.

"Phoebe, Nikki needs your bone marrow."

From the weariness in his voice, it was not hard to figure out who Nikki was. She was the woman he could never have, his one true love.

Nikki Stone had ditched Christopher for a wealthier man when he was still a broke young guy. So why was she back now?

At that time, Christopher was starting his business and desperately needed funds. I became a bar hostess, entertaining clients day and night, to the point where I drank myself into a stomach ulcer.

Eventually, I saved up enough to fund his business, and he promised me the grandest wedding.

As his wealth grew, he had me step back and become a housewife. Though he never said it, I knew he cared for me.

Thinking about all the heartache, I sniffled and couldn't help but repeat myself.

"Honey, I’m pregnant. And besides, she’s not a good person!"

He looked at me with impatience, as if I was being unreasonable.

"Phoebe, you’re just a bar hostess. This isn’t the time for you to be dramatic. Nikki needs your bone marrow."

I stared at him, shocked. Once, he had held my hand and promised me.

"Phoebe, you did it all for me. I will never look down on you."

For the first time, I refused him. Not for me, but for the child growing inside me.

His tone instantly grew cold, laced with irritation.

"Phoebe, whether you like it or not, you’re going today."

……

When I opened my eyes again, I was strapped to the operating table. For the first time, Christopher wore a faint smile, while Nikki stood nearby, pretending to be concerned.

"Christopher, will the anesthetic hurt her? It’s all my fault that she has to suffer like this!"

He had actually given me anesthesia!

Suddenly, pain tore through my belly, and tears streamed down my face.

"Honey, the baby! It hurts!"

Nikki immediately started acting weak and fragile.

"It’s all my fault, I made her suffer!"

Christopher gently comforted her, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Nikki, it will never be your fault."

Then he turned to me, showing me a soft expression for the first time, speaking in a gentle, soothing tone.

"Phoebe, the doctor said you’re not pregnant. I’ll give you whatever you want from now on."

Not pregnant? Then why did it hurt so much?

His tender voice continued to coax me, whispering sweet words I had never heard before.

"Phoebe, what do you want? I’ll buy you anything."

I looked up at his face, so close to mine. With hope, I made my pitiful request.

"Honey, could you love me a little more from now on?"

I used to believe, at least a little, that Christopher loved me.

But seeing the way he tenderly comforted Nikki, that belief somehow crumbled.