After I Died, the Scumbag Clutched My Corpse and Cried Until His Eyes Were Red

I died, by the hand of the man I'd loved for ten years. He treated me like an enemy with the most vicious words, then smiled at the person I hated most with the gentlest face. He took my corneas and locked me in a basement. He used moral coercion to demand that I devote myself to him completely! But he'd forgotten: What goes around comes around. Retribution may be delayed, but it never fails to arrive. When I appeared before him alive once more, he knelt on the ground like a filthy beggar. “Yinyin, please, for the sake of all those years we shared...” I smiled. When he had caused my death, he had never once spoken of the years we'd shared. I raised my hand and slapped him, then turned and married someone else. Oh, right, that scumbag? I personally sent him straight to hell!