Chapter 1My Cold Wife Trapped My Soul

My wife was a scientist of renown. A public figure.

In interviews, when the subject of emotion came up, she’d say:

"I don't believe I am a suitable partner."

"I would never prioritize love. Under no circumstances."

"I am only willing to dedicate my finite time to the infinite pursuit of science."

After the segment aired, the world was full of praise for her fearless devotion to her work.

I, meanwhile, quietly tucked away my medical report.

I had cancer. Stage four.

The days she spent in London, accepting her prestigious award.

Those were my last days on this earth.

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The final sensation before my consciousness dissolved was the blinding, searing light of the operating room lamp.

When I felt my spirit detach and rise, I was able to see the operating theater in its entirety.

I saw the monitor next to my bed—the line that tracked my heart rate had flattened into a single, merciless stroke.

In that moment, I realized with startling clarity.

I was dead.