All Chapters of After I Died, He Ruined the Woman He Chose Over Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

“Mr. Ford, is this your wedding ring?”Ethan didn’t answer.He reached for the evidence bag, but his hand was shaking so badly that he missed it several times.The female officer finally placed it in his palm.He clutched the bag and stared down at the blackened ring. His eyes turned bloodshot almost instantly.“No,” he whispered, almost to himself. “That’s impossible. She was here yesterday. She was here last week.”“Mr. Ford,” the male officer said, pulling another document from the envelope, “this is the medical examiner’s report. The deceased had terminal stomach cancer that had already spread to her lymph nodes. Based on the progression of the disease, she was likely diagnosed around two weeks before the fire.”Terminal stomach cancer.Diagnosed around two weeks before the fire.That night, she had called me ninety-nine times.She had said, “Ethan, I’m in so much pain.”And I had told her she was pretending to be sick for attention.I had called her disgusting.Then I

Ethan lifted the scan toward the light.That large white mass was the tumor in my stomach.Eight centimeters by six.Bigger than a fist.It had been growing inside me day after day, slowly consuming my body, and I had never told anyone.No.That wasn’t true.I had told him once.'Ethan, I’m in so much pain.'And he had told me that watching me pretend to be sick was disgusting.Ethan lowered the scan and braced both hands against the desk.His head hung low, and his shoulders trembled.He wasn’t crying.He was simply shaking so violently that his entire body seemed ready to collapse.He picked up his phone and made a call.“I want a complete record of everything Nora did after her diagnosis. Find out who she met, where she went, and what medication she bought.”He paused.“And investigate Claire.”He ended the call and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes.Three days later, the investigator’s findings were laid out in front of him.There was more than anyone h

Claire looked up at him, her face wet with tears.“Ethan, please don’t.”“You’re going to a psychiatric hospital,” he said. “Not some comfortable private facility, either. You’ll be sent to the worst one I can find.”He crouched until they were at eye level.“Everything you did to Nora, you’re going to answer for, one by one.”Then he stood and walked out of the study.The door shut behind him, leaving Claire crumpled on the floor, sobbing.After dealing with her, Ethan returned to the villa.He began trying to recreate the things I had done when I was alive.He went into the kitchen, took out rice and water, and tried to make oatmeal.He had no idea how much of either to use.The first batch came out thick and gummy, burned so badly onto the bottom of the pot that he couldn’t scrape it off.He refused to give up and tried again.This time, he added too much water, leaving it thin and tasteless.He carried a bowl to the dining table and took one bite.It was awful.He s