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.