The Night I Died, She Chose Him

“My spirit watched. That's all I could do while my life slipped away. My eight-year-old son, Finn, begged his mother, Laura, to help me. I was gasping, mid-asthma attack. But Laura, my wife, pulled away, eyes flicking to the door. She dismissed me as "dramatic," a lie whispered by her manipulative ex-flame, Julian Vance. He had convinced her I was faking, and she chose him, leaving me to die alone, just to meet him. I died, but my spirit remained, a powerless anchor to our home. I watched in agonizing horror as Laura abandoned Finn, leaving him with my cooling body. When Finn, terrified and barefoot, ran for help, he found Laura laughing with Julian. She dismissed his pleas, punished him for "embarrassing" her, even wishing I would "disappear." Julian, the architect of our ruin, systematically drained our savings, gaslit Laura, and now relentlessly tortured our son. I saw him dismember my dead body, and Finn was forced to witness it all. Yet, Laura, tragically blinded by obsession, believed Julian's every lie, ignoring Finn's cries, his visible injuries. How could she choose this monster over her own child, her own husband? How could her love turn into such monstrous neglect? My helpless rage was a silent scream, an agony beyond death itself. But tethered to her madness, I couldn't rest. Until the crushing truth finally shattered her delusion, I knew my boy and I would be bound to this nightmare. Could she ever truly see the monster she embraced, and the family she destroyed? Or would we forever be prisoners of her oblivion?”