Digging up My Bones
Anonymous
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Chapter 1
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
up–and–coming 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 three–year–old son, Toby Hoffman, was left uncared for. Eventually, he died by my side.
In all those three years, Samuel never visited us—not 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.
