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The Wife Who Died For Me

The Wife Who Died For Me

The sterile hum of the hospital room was my last lullaby. I was Alex Miller, a game developer, fading away after a hit-and-run crash. My wife, Sarah, had spent three years turning my life into a living hell, her words sharper than any blade, all to push me away. Divorce papers, a constant reminder of my failures, sat untouched on our counter. I believed her staged betrayals and cruel jabs until the very end, telling the nurse to ensure Sarah knew I was finally gone, free from my burden. But death offered no escape, only a spectral front-row seat to my own funeral. I watched Sarah, her face a mask, her eyes raw, remain long after everyone left. Then, a terrifying truth unfolded: she hunted down my killer with relentless fury, breaking his limbs before calling the police. A week later, at my grave, under a full moon, she whispered words that tore through the veil of death. "Alex, I'm here to stay. I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to live, to be happy, without me." She revealed a medical diagnosis: Glioblastoma. Terminal. Then, she climbed into my casket, swallowing pills, choosing to die with me. The world fractured, then slammed back together. I gasped, sitting at our kitchen table, the scent of coffee and Sarah's perfume filling the air. She slid divorce papers across the table, her voice flat. "I've found someone else, Alex. He's successful. He can give me what you can't." It was the day it all started, her cruel, self-sacrificing performance beginning anew. But this time, I knew the script. With trembling hands, I ripped the papers to shreds, then pulled my terrified, lying wife into my arms. "Are you crazy?" I whispered, tears welling. "Hiding a terminal illness? Do you think that's cool?"
The billionaire and his sweet maid

The billionaire and his sweet maid

Inside the room, she helped him to the bed, but he stumbled and the two fell on top of the bed with Nathan on top of her. She tried to push him away, her face was burning hot. But he remained unmoving and didn't even budge. He raised his head and looked at her. "I didn't know you are this beautiful, Olivia," he said, staring at her body. It was then that Olivia realized she was wearing only lingerie. 'Wait, did he just call her by name? How did he know her name?' Nathan's voice woke her from her thoughts. "Why is it that I never realized that you are this beautiful?" He muttered. She tried pushing him again. This time he grabbed her hands and started leaning closer. 'What's he doing? Oh my God, what is he doing?' she was scared and tried to free her hands from his, she realized how helpless she was. Nathan's hand was very strong. He planted his lips on hers. Immediately, all strength left her body, her struggle started becoming weak. Nathan kissed her deeply, his hands went around her body as the kiss intensified. She felt a passion like she never felt before. Slowly, she fell to pleasure. In the next moment, Nathan's hand moved skillfully to her vagina. Her eyes bulged, and she tried to protest. He sealed her lips with his mouth; the sounds of moaning and cloth tearing continued into the night. Early the next morning, Olivia woke up. She was feeling pains all over her body. She looked at the bed and saw the small stains of blood. 'So it really happened?' she thought. Her first time was gone just like that, and she didn't know how to feel.