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

I died on my way to prepare a celebration for my wife and me on our tenth wedding anniversary. Even as I lay dying, all I could hear was her icy voice. Impatiently, she said, “Are you done making a scene? How come everyone else is fine, but you always have a problem?” Then my killer threw me into a sewer, wearing a face identical to mine, and picked the bones from her fish for her. Later, when she learned the truth about my death, she clutched my ashes and climbed onto a rooftop, weeping in unbearable grief.