My Wife Went Mad After Seeing My Body in the Freezer Chapter 1

My wife’s true love had an accident, and she was convinced it was my fault.

No matter how much I swore, no matter how many times I begged or provided evidence, Karen refused to believe me. She was certain that I, driven by jealousy, had tried to kill her beloved Michael.

So, she made her decision. Cold and decisive, she sent me off to a hellhole of a coal mine to "reflect on my sins."

Life in the mine was brutal. The work alone could break a man, but that wasn’t enough for Karen. She made sure I received "special attention"—round-the-clock torment from the guards she’d paid to oversee me.

I didn’t last long.

Karen didn’t bother to check on me until three years later. By then, I’d been dead for over two years.

Three years ago, Karen accused me of attempted murder and had me sent to a coal mine to reflect and atone for my supposed sins.

No matter how much I pleaded, no matter how many pieces of evidence I presented, even if I got down on my knees and begged her, she refused to listen. She was convinced that, out of jealousy, I had plotted to harm the love of her life—Michael.

Life in that coal mine was anything but easy. Especially when Karen had arranged for "special care" to ensure my suffering continued day and night.

It didn’t take long before I died there.

When Karen, her expression cold and her brows furrowed, arrived at the mine with her bodyguards to "check on me," I had already been dead for two and a half years.

“Whether he agrees or not, I don’t care. Tie him up if you must, but get his signature on the donation form!”

The visiting room was warm and cozy, but her icy voice cut through the air, making the temperature feel like it had plummeted to the dead of winter.

She looked around with irritation, clearly disgusted by her surroundings, and snapped at her bodyguards, “What’s taking so long? Bring him out to see me—now!”

After what felt like an eternity, the foreman of the mine finally appeared at the door. But he wasn’t bringing me with him.

“Karen, I’m sorry to make you wait, but…”

“But what?” Karen’s expression turned instantly colder.

The foreman stammered, “It’s just... Daniel won’t be able to come see you.”

“Won’t see me? Ha!” Karen sneered. “What’s that supposed to mean? Enjoying himself too much here? Three meals a day without a care in the world while he hides from me?”

“Tell him this: as long as he voluntarily donates a kidney, I’ll let him stay here as long as he likes—even until he dies!”

She ordered the foreman to deliver the message, thinking it’d lure me out. What she didn’t know was that I was already floating above her, my ghost watching her with a bitter smile.

The foreman didn’t move. Karen noticed his hesitation and immediately narrowed her eyes.

“What’s wrong? Is Daniel that unwilling to see me?”

The foreman shook his head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just... he’s not here anymore. He hasn’t been here for a long time.”

Of course. All that was left of me was my invisible spirit. My body had been gone for years.

The day I died, they couldn’t stand how gruesome my corpse looked, so they threw me out. By now, I’m sure my body has been reduced to fertilizer by some stray dog out there.

Karen, however, didn’t believe a word of the foreman’s explanation. She ordered her bodyguards to keep an eye on him as she began searching the mine herself.

Room by room, she went—checking the dorms, the break room, the kitchen. She even scrutinized every name on the employee roster. But no trace of me could be found.

Her frustration grew with every passing moment. Rage simmered beneath her icy demeanor as she turned back to the foreman.

“I told you no one was to let him leave. Are you deaf, or do you just enjoy defying my orders?”

The foreman, who had been nothing but her loyal lapdog, would never have dared to let me go. Three years ago, when Karen’s men tortured me until I was barely alive, I had begged the foreman on my knees to let me out for treatment. He hadn’t even flinched.

I had bled, I had wept, I had smashed my head against the ground until it was covered in blood, but the foreman never once relented.

Karen sat down, her face frostier than ever, and gave the foreman one last ultimatum: “You have five minutes. Bring him to me.”

Cornered, the foreman sighed deeply and finally confessed.

“Karen… I’ll tell you the truth. Daniel is… he’s dead.”

“He died horribly. His entire body was covered in wounds. The walls and floor were smeared with blood from where he bashed his head and clawed with his fingernails until they were gone. The day he died, we… we threw his body out to the dogs.”

Karen didn’t believe him. If anything, her irritation only deepened.

“Stop lying to me. What did Daniel offer you to help him escape? Do you think you can deceive me and get away with it?”

“Michael’s been stuck in a wheelchair for life because of him. Does he think death will excuse him? Or worse, did you two conspire together to fool me?”

The foreman panicked. “No, no! Karen, I wouldn’t dare! You’re my boss—I’d never betray you!”

Desperate to prove his innocence, he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a photograph, placing it on the table.

“This is a picture I took at the time. Please, Karen—don’t let anyone else see it…”