When I Died, My Childhood Sweetheart Was Busy Romancing Someone Else. When He Finally Learned I Was Dead, He Went Mad...

My childhood sweetheart forgot me. He smashed a scalding teacup into my face, broke my back with his thick walking stick, and nearly choked me to death with his strong hands around my neck. I didn’t blame him. I knew he was simply ill. I kept hoping that one day he would remember me. Then all the pain I’d suffered would disappear without a trace. But that day never came, not even before I died.