My Husband Faked Death For Three Years

Synopsis

On New Year's Eve, thousands of houses were lit up. I knelt before the photo of my husband, Scott Helberg, lit a candle for him for the third year since his passing. I whispered to myself in my heart that the over one hundred thousand dollars in debts had finally been paid off, and my paralyzed mother-in-law had taken her medicine and fallen asleep. The phone in my pocket vibrated. It was a forced logout notification from a game: [Your account Prologue has been logged in from another location. IP address: Veyra, Marenis Hotel.] That account was Scott's favorite game to play when he was alive. No one else knew the password except me. The candle burned my fingertips, causing a sharp, piercing pain. I bought an overnight flight to Veyra.