Chapter 1His Death, My Freedom

My husband died in another woman's bed.

When I got the call, my first reaction was pure disbelief.

It wasn't until they clearly stated my husband's name and age that I rushed over to deal with his remains.

Everyone around cried and cursed him for being a heartless man, but I calmly covered him with a blanket.

David's ghost hovered beside me, asking, "How come you're not angry at all?"

When I arrived at the hotel, the small room was already packed with people.

Chloe, David's young girlfriend, was trembling as she answered the police's questions.

The officer asked her, "Did the deceased show any unusual signs before his death?"

Her slender, pale fingers clutched the towel draped around her, and she nervously replied, "Nothing unusual, he just had two bottles of alcohol."

The officer saw me approach and, as a matter of routine, asked me, "You're the deceased's wife. Did your husband show any unusual signs before he left?"

I glanced at the naked man lying on the bed, confirming it was my husband, David.

I spoke, "No. At eight tonight, I asked him to pick up some soy sauce. He said traffic was bad and he might be home late."

Now, the soy sauce sat on the table beside the bed.

The officer's expression was hard to read, full of unspoken thoughts, but he eventually finished his questioning.

Soon, he concluded, "David already had a congenital heart condition. After drinking alcohol and engaging in strenuous activity, he suffered sudden cardiac arrest due to excitement."

After he finished, he looked at David's young girlfriend, then at me. "The cleaning lady called the police. She heard screaming from inside. The girl initially tried to hide it, but couldn't. When we arrived, it was just the girl and David. No one can really be blamed for this."

He seemed to fear I might react violently if I got too angry, so he half-shielded the girl behind him.

But I just calmly replied, "Understood."