After My Death, My Wife Discovers Her Life-Saving Hero Wasn't Her First Love, But Me

Once upon a time, I was a doormat. Not only did I spend all my money on my girlfriend, but I also followed her around like a puppy, catering to her every whim. I even washed her underwear. Yet, my girlfriend treated me with contempt, using my money to support her first love. The two of them spent their days together, rarely coming home.

Then, I died of cancer.

My girlfriend and her first love held their wedding. I watched as the roses I had carefully tended withered away, and I saw her life gradually deteriorate into something worse than a pig or dog's. Yet, I felt nothing.