After I Died, My Plastic Surgeon Wife Fell in Love with My Body Double.

I died on the way to prepare for my wife's tenth wedding anniversary. Before I died, her cold words were still heard in my ears. She said impatiently: "Have you done enough? Why are you the only one who has a lot of troubles when others are fine?" So I was rushed into the sewer by the murderer, who picked out fish bones for her with a face exactly like mine. Later, when she learned the truth about my death, she stood on the rooftop holding my ashes and cried her heart out.