The Detective's Ghost Wife Chapter 1

After postpartum depression, I wanted to kill myself every day.

Sean Hayes hugged me as I tried to jump off the building, tears streaming down:

"I will definitely cure you. No matter what you become, you are my wife."

He chased criminals during the day, fed the baby at night, and took me to see doctors in the morning.

His spirited eyes became sunken, but he never gave up.

Another time after getting off work, the baby was crying from hunger.

I was holding a knife cutting my arm on the side.

He slapped me hard on the face:

"If you can't be a mother, why did you give birth to him?

"Others are fine after giving birth, why are you so special playing postpartum depression!

"Don't you want to die? Here, use this!"

He stuffed his service weapon into my hand and pressed it against my chin.

I didn't cry or fuss, obediently waiting for him to pull the trigger.

Until the baby cried for "Mama".

Only then did I realize I should go hug him.

A woman snatched him before me:

"Mentor, look at yourself, stop harming the child, okay?"

Only then did I know, Sean accepted a small apprentice.

Lively, healthy.

And very good at taking care of children.

The way Sean looked at her was the same as he looked at me in the beginning.

They looked more like a family.

I, could go die.

* * *

The baby had a fever.

My mental state was terrible all day.

I didn't even cover him properly with the quilt.

I wanted to check on him, but was pushed away by Sean:

"Take care of yourself."

One of them dressed the baby, the other picked him up.

Perfect cooperation.

I became an outsider.

Standing aside watching them go out, go downstairs, drive away.

Sean had no hostility when working with Willow.

And Willow was really better at taking care of children than me.

If I died, could Sean be with her?

Would he feel better?

I remember there was a whole bottle of sleeping pills left.

Sean was afraid I would take them all when alone, locked them in the highest part of the cabinet.

I stepped on a stool to try the password.

Vaguely remember it was a birthday sequence.

Mine.

No.

Sean's.

No.

Baby's.

Also no.

Hesitated for a moment.

Entered Willow's.

Opened.

Inside was not sleeping pills.

It was a bottle of poison.

Beside was his friend's handwriting:

"Death within three minutes after taking, cause of death easily determined as overdose of sleeping pills, but sister-in-law will be very painful, think carefully before using."

I smiled.

Turns out...

Sean long had the thought of killing his wife.

But... why can't I blame him?

In the half year after giving birth, wasn't I also feeling sorry for him?

An ace detective, fighting wits and courage with murderers, also taking care of baby's eating, drinking, and sleeping.

Also guarding against wife's suicide.

I also wanted to help him share the burden.

But no matter how hard I tried, couldn't resist the impulse brought by this illness.

The reasons keeping me alive besides his tearful begging not to die, was the baby's "Mama".

Now, he didn't want me to live.

The baby didn't cry when picked up by his little apprentice.

I could die放心.

Sean, wish you well.

Swallowed the medicine, I lay on the bed.

Only remembered dying here would scare them.

Wanted to climb up to change place, but couldn't anymore.

I covered my mouth not to let blood vomit on the bed.

Dazed, heard Willow opening the door again:

"I came back to get baby's change of clothes, Mentor you just focus on the case."

Muscles completely softened down.