While cleaning the top of a supermarket freezer, I accidentally fell into a gap and got trapped, unable to move.
In desperation, I screamed for help with all my strength.
But the roar of the rows of freezers drowned out my cries.
No one noticed me.
Even as I lay dying, I was thinking of my sick husband and son.
They depended on me so much. Losing me would be unbearable for them.
But after I died, I discovered my husband had never gone bankrupt.
To test whether I truly loved him, he and our son had pretended to be ill, deceiving me for ten whole years.
When I went missing, the father and son assumed I was working overtime and carried on living extravagantly.
A week later, a terrible stench came from a supermarket owned by my husband’s company. Everyone thought it was a dead rat.
But they didn’t know it was the smell of my bones rotting.
