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707words2026-01-26 09:07

On a stormy night, My beloved husband Michael Reed, went to his ex-wife’s house despite my attempts to stop him.
Claiming it is his responsibility to take care a widow and her son.
Later on, he called me to send his ex-wife’s son to the hospital,because he had a bad fever.

I was hurt deeply inside, but it was noting wrong to save a poor child.
On my way there, in the heavy rain,I die tragically on the route.
...
Three days later,Michael was restoring a mangled female corpse.
His needle and thread worked tirelessly to revive the lifeless skin to its original form.
"Hm...this woman looks familiar..."

...
The horrible weather and remote location, caused my body wasn't found until the next day.
My shattered face was beginning to smell and attract flies.
Police used a small shovel and busket to piece me together.

A young officer vomited while handling my remains.
Nothing was found on me that could prove my identity,so they stored me in a morgue.
Half a month after the notice was issued, no one came to claim my body.
I had no parents,and my only husband was taking care of his first love,not even checking on his wife.
How miserable.
In the end,my unclaimed body was sent to cremation.
A female officer,moved by my tragic story,offered to pay for my facial restoration so I could leave this world with dignity.
In that moment,I wanted to hug her,to thank her for what she did, even I was already dead.
And yet, with arms outstretched, I touched nothing—only the silence of the void.
My body was wheeled into the cold restoration room.
My dear husband, Michael,all geared up,looked serious and focused.
"Mr.Reed,please be gentle.She's a young woman,who had a tragic accident,"the officer said.
Michael nodded politely,seeing her out,then switched on the overhead lamp.
I silently watched the man I loved, fixing my broken body.
My face barely retained the shape of its features, but looked more like a lump of mangled flesh struck by a heavy hammer.
And yet, the dress I was wearing—the one he had given me—he didn’t notice it at all. Not even the slightest hint of suspicion.
Michael raised his gloved hands and silently studied me, sorrow flickering in his eyes. He sighed and said,
"Looks to be about thirty... Why hasn’t anyone come to claim her? Poor woman."
Michael,remember?The tenth of last month was my 30th birthday.
That night, Michael brought me a lavish bouquet of roses and carefully arranged a candlelit dinner.
I looked at him, full of joy, dreaming of spending the next birthday—and all the ones to come—by his side.
I blew out the candles, each one a symbol of love, warmth, and the happiness I thought would last.
We kissed, we held each other, letting our hearts and hands explore the fire between us.
But just as his lips brushed against my neck, his phone began to ring.
"Mike,can you pick up Timmy?I..."
Clara Harper's voice was faint as if she was in great pain and was about to die.
Michael snapped to attention."Your period's coming,right?Three days early!"
"Yes..."
"Don't worry,I'm coming!Now!"
Timmy was Clara's son with her ex-husband.
Michael leapt off me,rushed out,tossed me a sentence"I'm taking your heating pad and painkillers—Clara's sensitive to pain."
So,ridiculously,I spent my 30th birthday alone with scattered rose petals and cold leftovers.
Michael remembered Clara's cycle,her pain.
But he overlooked the pain he left behind—leaving me alone on the bed that still held his warmth, on the night of my 30th birthday.
He had no idea how much it would break my heart...
...
Michael went on with the stitching of my body, his touch surprisingly gentle.
The needle pricked my skin little by little, pulling, filling, reshaping—painstakingly piecing me back together.
After finishing only half of my cheek,he was already sweating all over.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and a woman stepped in, also dressed in protective gear.
I figured she must be Michael’s assistant.
She said casually, “Mike, that’s enough. She has no relatives, no friends. Look at you—sweating all over. No point wasting so much effort on a dead body.”
As she spoke, she reached over and wiped the sweat from his brow.