My husband froze me to death in the fridge for his lover, but he didn’t recognize me after I died
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On our wedding anniversary, my husband invited Cora to our home for a rendezvous.
They stayed together until late into the night. Cora caught a cold, but my husband redirected his frustration at me.
He locked me out on the balcony all night and then shoved me into the freezer as if to punish me.
I was trapped for three full days. After I died, my soul drifted away from my body.
I watched Cora place my corpse into boiling water until it was beyond recognition. Then, she had the crematorium staff take me away to an abandoned factory.
When my husband saw my pitiful state, he called Cora to remind her to stay safe.
A colleague reminded him not to forget about me.
He sneered, “Cora is delicate, so of course I should care for her. As for Adeline, she’s too tough to die so easily.”
But he had no idea that the decayed body in front of him was mine.
As a top mortician, he couldn’t even recognize my face.
01
Cora was the one who sent me to the crematorium.
Before they took me in, she looked at my disfigured body and sneered, “Adeline, since you love Asher so much, I’ll let him send you off.”
So, after my death, I saw Asher for the first time.
He frowned at my body and then took out his phone to call Cora.
“Cora, I’ve received a highly decomposed body here, so I’ll be home late. Also, with all these homicide cases lately, make sure to lock the doors and windows. Don’t go out at night.”
His tone was tender and affectionate.
Sadly, in five years of marriage, I never experienced that.
On the other end, Cora responded coyly.
“Come back soon, I’ll be worried about you.”
They exchanged a few more words, and before hanging up, Cora hinted, “Asher, you’ll make sure today’s client looks beautiful, won’t you?”
She meant something deeper, but unfortunately, Asher didn’t catch on.
After all, in his heart, Cora was the delicate flower needing protection.
But it was this delicate flower who, after my death, placed my body into boiling water until I was unrecognizable before bringing me here.
Seven days ago was my fifth wedding anniversary with Asher.
I prepared a candlelight dinner at home, waiting for Asher to return. Instead, he came back with Cora.
Seeing my mood drop, he impatiently scolded, “Corn just came back from abroad all alone. Can’t you be a bit more understanding?”
But wasn’t she alone abroad too?
Before I could say anything, Asher pushed me onto the balcony. Maybe he was afraid I’d Interrupt them, so he locked the door from the inside.
The candlelight dinner I prepared became their feast.
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I froze on the balcony all night.
The next day, Cora claimed she caught a cold.
Unusually, Asher got angry at me, which ultimately led to my demise.
While Asher and I argued, Cora pressed against his arm, trying to mediate, “Asher, Adeline surely didn’t mean it. It’s all my fault for being so delicate.”
I was furious at Cora’s behavior and pointed to the door, telling her to leave.
Asher, however, was enraged. He dragged me by the hair to the freezer and shoved me in.
Before the light faded, the last thing I heard him say was, “Adeline, you’re worthless. Just cool off in there.”
I struggled inside, banging and shouting. But the freezer door wouldn’t open from the inside. I begged until my fingers bled, but Asher never let
me out.
I died from suffocation and cold. Afterward, Cora soaked me in boiling water, leaving me unrecognizable.
It wasn’t until today that she sent me to the crematorium.
02
After calling Cora, Asher’s colleague Gideon teased, “Asher, you’re so concerned about your first love. Doesn’t your wife mind?”
Asher walked over to my body and replied, “Cora is delicate. Of course, I care about her. As for Adeline, she’s too tough to die easily.”
Hearing that, my heart ached.
I wondered how Asher would feel once he realized the decayed body lying before him was the same Adeline he thought was too tough to die.
All I knew was that I felt deeply hurt.
I had loved Asher for so many years, yet in his heart, I couldn’t even compare to a single word from Cora.
After the preparations were done, Asher and Gideon stood solemnly by my body and bowed deeply.
It was the first time I saw Asher at work, and the first time I realized he was gentler with corpses than he ever was with me. I had deceived myself into thinking he was just naturally cold.
Turns out it was just because he didn’t love me.
I felt so unwilling!
But Asher was already absorbed in his work. Even when Gideon couldn’t stand the smell and stepped out for air, Asher didn’t stop. Soon, he
restored my legs, body, and arms.
When only my head was left, Asher took a deep breath and stood up to stretch his stiff muscles.
He leaned against the hallway wall, lost in thought. Gideon asked, “Got to you?”
Asher didn’t answer. As he put on his mask to return to work, he said, “Just seems a little tragic.”
For someone who sees corpses daily to find my situation tragic, I chuckled, anticipating his next reaction.
Asher meticulously filled, pressed, and reshaped. My face slowly took form. His skills were truly impressive. My face, once unrecognizable, began to resemble its former self.
