Part 2My Family Killed Me and My Wife Avenged Me

Julian snapped out of it, softening his voice. "I've been a bit dizzy these past couple of days; I was afraid I'd spill the soup."

Seraphina watched him intently for a few moments.

Julian's Adam's apple bobbed. I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes.

Ha, how ironic.

That night, when he plunged the knife into me, he struck swiftly and viciously, as if terrified I wouldn't die.

Julian, guilt-ridden, quickly changed his tone. "I'll go to the kitchen and get it for you."

Seraphina turned away and walked into the dining room. "No need. If you're not feeling well, get some extra rest."

I froze. In the two years we'd lived together, I'd never heard her say such a thing to me. Now that I was dead, I finally heard these rare words.

It was strange, though. My constitution wasn't particularly strong, but aside from when I first moved into Seraphina's home, I rarely fell ill for a whole year.

Having shared a bed for two years, I gathered my courage and floated close to her ear, calling her name.

I wanted her to go to the Smith family and bring my body out.

After Grandpa Charles passed away, there was no one left in the world for me to care about.

Even though I died with resentment, I also felt exhausted by life.

The freezer was too cold. My body always ran cold anyway, and I just wanted to find a sunny spot to rest.

Besides, when I died, I heard them discussing how to dispose of my body, to get rid of it later.

Just hearing it made me scared. If I didn't have a whole body, I might as well have completely vanished in the first place.

Even cremation would be better; at least it would preserve my last shred of dignity.

Unfortunately, she showed no reaction. She even picked up her spoon and began to drink the soup. "I hear you've been out quite a lot recently?"

My eyes lit up at the question.

Besides the Smith family, I didn't know anyone else in this city.

On my wedding day, my parents had told me that if I didn't want Grandpa Charles to be left uncared for, I had to do my best to please Seraphina. As long as the Smith Corporation was stable, Grandpa Charles's life would never be disrupted. They also said that a son who left home was like spilled water; I shouldn't bother coming back often.

So, after I entered Seraphina's house, apart from occasional walks or trips to the grocery store, I hardly interacted with the outside world. No wonder Seraphina found it odd.

Julian obediently replied, "The temperature has been fluctuating a lot lately, morning and evening. My parents haven't been feeling too well, so I went back to check on them."

Mentioning my parents, I was reminded of the scene when he tried to kill me.

I struggled fiercely to defend myself.

My mom, Eleanor, worried I might hurt Julian, rushed forward with my dad, Richard, and restrained me.

In that moment, all strength suddenly left my body, and I let the sharp blade fall.

Seraphina saw this but said nothing, only remarking blandly, "Staying at home can be stifling. It's good to get out."

I felt a little disheartened.

How could Seraphina, such a cautious and suspicious person, not notice anything amiss?

And she even said things she had never said to me.

On our wedding day, my parents had smiled ingratiatingly at Seraphina.

They told Seraphina that my presence in her family was meant to atone for the Smith family's sins. She could vent her anger however she pleased; I would endure any beating or scolding without complaint, and the Smith family would never interfere.

Seraphina didn't actually treat me as a punching bag, but she didn't seem very keen on socializing.

So, apart from our private moments, we didn't interact much.

After finishing the soup, they both returned to the bedroom.

Julian watched Seraphina, who had finished washing up, and sat on the bed, looking expectant.

Seraphina moved closer to him.

Her phone rang.

She hung up and began changing her clothes.

I wasn't surprised; she was probably heading to the office to deal with an urgent matter.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Julian's face, but he instantly replaced it with a gentle expression as Seraphina turned her head.

"Your cologne is too strong. You were fine the way you were before."

Julian watched Seraphina turn and leave, then paused, quickly lifting his wrist and neck to sniff.

He found he couldn't smell anything at all.