After My Wife’s Admirer Killed Me, She Went Mad

A week after I was killed by my rich wife’s biggest fan, she still thought I was giving her the silent treatment. She complained to the “murderer” with disdain. “He saved my life once, and now he thinks he can throw a tantrum!” “He won’t come home? Let’s see how long he can keep up that tough act!” To force me to come crawling back and apologize, she deliberately delayed my mother’s treatment until it was too late and had thugs harass my father at his stall. Just as she was smugly waiting for me to return and kneel to beg forgiveness, the police showed up at her door. “He was murdered a week ago. His body has already begun to decompose.” “We found a camera at the scene that recorded the killer.”