Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death

Synopsis

I'd been dead for three whole years, yet my husband wanted a divorce to be with his first love. Unable to reach me for so long, he vented on Instagram, calling me heartless and accusing me of being a burden. My best friend told him I had died. He sneered at her, convinced I was playing mind games again. "She's been using this trick for nearly ten years. I'm done with it," he said. "Tell her to show up. I'm running out of patience," he warned. What he didn't know was that three years ago, during an escalator malfunction, while he was holding his first love's hand, I fell through the gap in the escalator.