My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death 1

My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death 1

Digging up My Bones 

Anonymous 

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Chapter

By the third year after my death, my son and I were still wandering ghosts. Because of our deep ties to this world, we couldn’t 

pass on from here

Meanwhile, my husband, Samuel Hoffman, had clawed his way up from the bottom of society. He had transformed into the most 

upandcoming new star in the business world

I had betrayed him without hesitation during his most desperate times. So, he hated me. He hated me so much that he would skin 

me alive

Three years ago, he had forced me to donate my bone marrow to his childhood sweetheart, Violet Sampson. At that time, I had 

been deathly sick

Bone marrow aspiration was an invasive procedure. I didn’t know if it was a botched operation or if my low immunity due to my 

inherent illness was to blame, but I suffered a severe systemic infection a week after the procedure. I then fell into a fever- 

induced coma and died at home

My threeyearold son, Toby Hoffman, was left uncared for. Eventually, he died by my side

In all those three years, Samuel never visited usnot even once. He didn’t make a single phone call

While holding Toby’s little hand, I floated in the air. I watched as Samuel kicked at the front gate of the small house that I used to 

live in

We hadn’t seen each other in three years, and he had changed a lot. His expression was cold and merciless. It felt so familiar yet 

so oddly strange

My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death

My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death

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