She’s Not Dead

Three years ago, on my wedding day, my husband's ex-girlfriend took her own life. When he heard the news, my husband merely shook his head, a somber regret etched on his face. "I'm truly sorry, but Lilith and I are ancient history. Seraphina is the one I choose to spend my life with, I can't let her down." I was so touched I wept. After we were married, I even offered to go with him to visit Lilith’s grave. That was until just before this year’s All Souls’ Day, when I scrolled past a post online: “After three years as his little ghost, I’m finally stepping into the light.” “No choice, his wife’s family is loaded. He told me to fake my death, marry her first, to throw off her parents’ suspicions. Once her old lady’s cards are maxed out, he’ll come back for me.” “Heh heh, the bitch even visits my grave, cries there too. So funny.” She attached a photo of herself holding a man’s hand in a Porsche. That Porsche? It was the one I’d bought for my husband. Oh, playing dead, are we?