After I Died, My Wife Couldn't Stand on Her Knees at the American Airport.

When a gas explosion killed me, my wife took our daughter abroad to attend another man's family dinner. My wife and I were childhood sweethearts and have been married for eight years. My wife has always disliked me for being a chef and secretly said that I was a good-for-nothing. My five-year-old daughter saw the black smoke rising from the restaurant I had run for ten years and cried for her dad. The wife didn't listen and forcibly took her daughter abroad to be a dog licker. News of my death went viral on the Internet. When I saw the name of the deceased's wife, she knelt down at a foreign airport and begged for a plane ticket.