REVENGE ON MY UNFAITHFUL HUSBAND

I Died on My Wedding Night

I died on my wedding night. Yeah, you heard that right.

On the day of our wedding, my husband ditched me at the altar, turning me into the laughingstock of the entire town. Talk about a nightmare, right?

When I was being attacked by some psycho killer and called for help, my dear husband told me to hurry up and die. His exact words were, "Just die already. Once you're gone, no one will be around to upset Zoeyanymore." Charming, isn't he?

As I lay dying, I saw fireworks lighting up the sky. They were supposed to be for our wedding celebration, but instead, he was using them to impress another girl.

I thought that once this "stumbling block" (aka me) was out of the picture, he could finally be with my sister without any guilt. But get this - when he found out my bones were made into prayer beads that he touched day and night, my husband lost his mind. Karma's a bitch, huh?

Before I blacked out, I made one last phone call. The other end was noisy, then I heard a man's ice-cold voice: "Ruby, are you done with your theatrics? I already gave you a fairytale wedding. I'm just keeping Zoeycompany. What more do you want?"

Blood was gushing out of me, and the killer was looming over me like I was some insignificant bug. He knew I was about to kick the bucket and couldn't do anything about it.

But I wasn't ready to give up. With my last ounce of strength, I pleaded, "Micah, save me!"

Micah Shark cut me off, clearly annoyed: "Enough with these games. I'm sick of your act."

"I'm not lying. Someone's trying to kill me..." I gasped.

He let out a cold laugh. "Ruby, you've faked illnesses before. What's your angle this time? Are you that desperate for attention? You're already Mrs. Shark. Do you have to drive Zoeyto her grave to be happy?"

His mocking words cut deeper than the icy wind. Seeing my blood staining my wedding dress, I knew my time was up. I swallowed my goodbye and gave up fighting. My voice was barely a whisper: "But Zoey is alive and well, while I... I'm dying."

"Then hurry up and die. Once you're gone, you won't be able to make Zoeyangry anymore," he spat.

Before he hung up, I heard a sickeningly sweet voice: "The fireworks show is about to start, Mickey."

Micah's voice faded away, replaced by the howling wind. My blood-covered phone slipped from my hand, crashing onto the riverbank.

Water splashed into my eyes, turning into hot tears that rolled down my cheeks. In the falling snow, tiny lights appeared in the dark sky - drones twinkling like a river of stars.

A deafening explosion filled the air as countless fireworks burst in my fading vision. He had spent six months planning this spectacular show for our wedding, only to use it to win over another woman.

Someone sent me a photo. In it, my husband was holding another woman in his arms against the backdrop of dazzling fireworks. His usually cold lips were curved into a smile.

As they basked in their happiness, I closed my eyes forever.

They say after death, you go to the underworld to be reborn. If there really is a next life, I never want to meet Micah Shark again.

But fate had other plans. When I regained consciousness, I saw them kissing under a brilliant starry sky. My husband, Micah Shark, and my sister, Zoey.

"Micah, you can't do this!" I screamed, rushing towards them. But my fingers passed right through their bodies.

Looking down at my nearly transparent form, I finally realized I was dead. Somehow, my spirit had ended up here with them.

Watching them kiss, I discovered that even the dead can feel heartbreak. It was supposed to be me by his side. Not long ago, Micah had sworn that he only saw Zoey as a sister, that I was the only one he'd ever loved.