Revenge for the Forgotten Wife

Three years after my death, I suddenly 'woke up.’ No flesh, no memory, just a wisp of a soul.

I was trapped, tethered to Jason's side, forced to watch him and his wife in their blissful ignorance.

Then, one day, his wife was cleaning out the attic and stumbled upon a photograph of me.

“Who’s this?” she asked offhandedly, a casual chuckle on her lips.

Jason’s voice was flat as he tossed the photo into the trash.

"Just a dead person. Elara, I think? I can barely remember her name anymore."

Elara.

So that was my name. A forgotten ex-wife.