I Died Three Years Ago, But My Husband Wants to Marry His First Love Three years after my death, my husband was preparing to marry his terminally ill first love. He came to my house and asked my mother to sign the divorce papers. My mom told him I was already dead. But my husband impatiently retorted: “What nonsense is this? She’s still playing these childish games!” “Olivia is dying. What’s wrong with me wanting to be with her in her final days? Why is Emily being so selfish?!” “Tell her if she doesn’t come out, I’ll cut off your medical expenses, old woman!” He was trying to use me to force my mother to reveal my whereabouts. Little did he know, my mother had already given up on treatment long ago. She was holding on only to see my husband’s regret. Three years after my death, Jack finally remembered me. But now he was a celebrated business tycoon, while I was just a cursed spirit, unable to move on. He stood at my family’s doorstep, scanning the empty room, and coldly said to my mother, “Tell Emily to get out here!” My mother’s frail body trembled as she replied numbly, “My daughter is dead.” Hearing this, Jack sneered, “Dead? How could someone as selfish as Emily possibly die?” “I get it now. It’s because Olivia is terminally ill and I want to be with her, so Emily’s putting on this act?” He laughed coldly and barged in, searching every room. But he couldn’t find any trace of me. My mother said, “Emily really is dead. If you want to find her, go look in her grave.” Jack’s face darkened. “You think these tactics will work? Let me tell you, if your daughter doesn’t come out and divorce me, don’t blame me for cutting off your medical expenses, old woman!” Seeing my mom remain silent, Jack laughed angrily and threw down the divorce papers: “Stubborn, aren’t you? But it’s useless.” “Make her sign within three days, then contact me immediately to finalize the divorce at the registry office. If you can’t do that…” At this point, Jack’s eyes showed a coldness I’d never seen before, “You might as well be dead.” He slammed the door as he left, leaving my heart in pieces. To divorce me, he would even threaten my mother’s life. But in my mother’s eyes, I saw a tenderness I’d never witnessed before. She calmly watched Jack leave, then turned and took out my childhood photos from a drawer. As she caressed my young face in the picture, I heard her whisper, “Emily, dear, Mommy will be with you soon.”
Naturally, I couldn’t divorce Jack. As expected, a few days later, he cut off all of my mother’s medical expenses. My mom was elderly with serious heart problems, along with high blood pressure, diabetes, and various other ailments. With continued treatment, there was still hope for improvement. But only I knew that three years ago, my mom had stopped using Jack’s money entirely. And her illness had already progressed beyond hope. Mom had wanted to join me long ago, but she couldn’t let go. She couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter, who had given her whole heart, being abandoned and trampled upon. So, until the moment Jack showed regret, she was determined to keep living in this world. A week passed, and my mom showed no signs of backing down. Jack finally lost his patience. He called my mom and sneered, “Your daughter is really heartless, isn’t she? To avoid divorcing me, she’s even using you in this ploy.” “I’m warning you, even if you die, I won’t feel an ounce of sympathy! Tell Emily to sign the divorce papers obediently!” My mother looked at my photo in her arms, her fingers digging into her palms, “Jack, I’ve already told you, my daughter is dead.” Jack scoffed, “Looks like you’re asking for trouble. You think your daughter can hide from my search? If she won’t come out, I’ll find her myself!” A bitterness spread through my heart. You want to find me, Jack? I really wish you could find me. But I hope you won’t regret it when you do. Just then, a weak female voice came through the phone, accompanied by some coughing, “Jack, dear, is there any news about Emily?” “Is she angry? Does she want to wait for me to die?” Jack quickly put down the phone to comfort her, “Rest easy, don’t worry. I’ll definitely divorce her and marry you.” But Olivia shook her head, her voice choked with emotion, “I know Emily must feel wronged and probably resents me now. I understand. I’m not trying to steal you from her, I just want you to be with me in my final days.” Her words were full of sincerity, but every sentence pointed the blame at me. As if I were the homewrecker. And I knew that Jack would never take my side. “Olivia, how could you think that? I love you. What right does Emily have to compete with you? Don’t worry, even if I have to search to the ends of the earth, I’ll dig up her bones to sign the divorce papers.” He seemed to deliberately raise his voice, making sure my mother could hear on the other end of the line, before hanging up abruptly. Listening to the dial tone, I could feel my mother’s heart turning to ice. She struggled to her feet, wiping away a tear. With a smile, she said, “It’s alright, daughter. Mommy will be with you soon.”
To find me, Jack mobilized all his connections in the city. I laughed bitterly to myself. This was probably the most attention I’d ever received from him. But it was useless. I watched as he turned the city upside down, even filing a missing persons report with the police, only to be told there was no record of me. Before I died, my mother had transferred my household registration to our hometown. I no longer had any official ties to this city. In his office, Jack flew into a rage. “Useless idiots! You can’t even find one person! Have you all been eating dog food?” His secretary stood trembling nearby, finally mustering the courage to speak, “Mr. Zhao, we’ve looked everywhere possible. Miss Emily is no longer in the city.” “Her mother is still here, where else could she have gone? She couldn’t survive without me and this city!” Jack furiously swept everything off his desk. Watching his self-important display, I couldn’t help but smirk. So he always saw me as a parasite in their family. No wonder he looked down on me and my mother. “Perhaps… we could check the hospitals. Miss Emily was hospitalized after a car accident three years ago. There should still be records,” the secretary suggested quietly. Jack’s mind cleared for a moment, but he quickly realized something was off. “Hospitalized? When was Emily in a car accident? Why don’t I know about this?” The secretary was about to continue when Jack’s phone rang. “Jack, my heart feels uncomfortable. I think I’m having a rejection episode. Can you come see me?” Olivia’s voice was urgent and helpless, and Jack’s heart melted. He immediately dropped everything, sending the secretary to investigate my situation, and rushed to Olivia’s side. My eyes stung with unshed tears. Once upon a time, Jack and I had shared such loving moments too. But now, none of that belonged to me anymore. Perhaps these things were never meant to be mine, and I shouldn’t have coveted them. In truth, Olivia had my heart. After three years in her body, it had likely adapted to its new host and wouldn’t have any rejection episodes. She just didn’t want Jack to be distracted by my affairs, taking away the love that belonged solely to her. Jack hurried to the hospital, and hearing from the doctor that Olivia was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. Olivia’s eyes lit up when she saw Jack, “Jack, you’re here.” Seeing Olivia in good spirits, Jack realized she wasn’t in any real danger. He had been irritable lately due to not being able to find me, and Olivia’s constant demands were starting to grate on him. He couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed. “Next time, if it’s not serious, it’s better to check with the doctor first.” His tone was still restrained, but the displeasure was evident. Olivia was stunned for a moment, but quickly put on a tearful expression, “Jack, I was just so bored in the hospital and missed you terribly. You’ve been so focused on finding Emily lately, you rarely come to see me.” “I don’t have many years left to live. I just wanted to see you as much as possible while I’m still alive.” This tactic always worked on Jack. He immediately felt guilty, “I’m sorry for not considering your feelings. I’ve let you suffer alone in the hospital.” “It’s all Emily’s fault. Even at this point, she’s still playing hide-and-seek. She’s completely heartless!” I smiled wryly. I truly was heartless. My heart had been given to Olivia three years ago. Finally, Jack’s secretary found my hospital records from three years ago. [Emily Johnson, female, 27 years old, died from injuries sustained in a car accident despite resuscitation attempts.] When he submitted this information to Jack, Jack’s entire body began to shake.
He flipped through the pages with bloodshot eyes, refusing to accept the reality. “This is all nonsense! It must be fabricated by the hospital!” Like a madman, he tore the documents to shreds, but the news of Emily’s death in a car accident was already deeply etched in his mind, impossible to erase. “How could this happen? Why did I never know about her car accident?” Jack tightly gripped his secretary’s collar, shaking him violently, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?!” The secretary reluctantly informed him, “Miss Emily was already on the brink of death when she was brought to the hospital. That day, you were busy preparing blood supplies for Miss Olivia. The hospital called you several times, but you didn’t answer any of them.” “The hospital said that due to a lack of suitable blood, Miss Emily died from excessive blood loss.” “How could there be no suitable blood source?! Doesn’t the hospital have a huge blood bank? Did they feed it all to dogs?!” Jack shouted angrily. The secretary could only reveal the cruel truth to him, “Miss Emily and Miss Olivia both have Rh-negative blood. You had taken all the Rh-negative blood from the hospital’s blood bank, so there was no blood available for Miss Emily. She could only wait for death.” Jack’s pupils constricted sharply. He painfully covered his ears and curled up on the ground, “How could this happen?!” “I didn’t mean to take all the blood from the bank. I didn’t know Emily had been in an accident that day. I didn’t mean to take all the blood! I didn’t!” The secretary sighed, “Mr. Zhao, what’s done is done. Please try to accept it and grieve.” He was about to help Jack up when Jack suddenly stood up as if remembering something. “Emily’s mother! She knew everything! It was her! She deliberately concealed it from me! You’re all lying to me. Emily can’t be dead. I must confront her!” Jack’s frenzied state made me feel both unfamiliar and amused. I never thought that one day, my death would drive him to this state. But even at the moment when the truth was revealed, he was still constantly shifting blame. Truly beyond help. Jack found my mother in our hometown. In the vast countryside, my mother had built a grave for me with her own hands. She was piously burning incense for me when Jack violently interrupted, knocking the incense from her hands. He stared in disbelief at my memorial tablet, angrily questioning my mother, “What are you doing?! Tell me what you’re doing?!” My mother ignored his shouting and calmly picked up the broken incense, placing it back in the incense burner in front of my grave. She spoke evenly, “Can’t you see?” “I’m burning incense for my dead daughter – your wife, Emily.”
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