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!