After My Sister Faked Her Allergy He Killed Me

My sister, Amber, had an allergic reaction after eating the meal I cooked. My husband, Warren, stormed into the house, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and pinned me down, forcing me to drink every last drop.

"You should feel Amber's pain, too!" he shouted.

I broke out in hives, my throat swelling shut. Gasping, I begged him to call 911, but he ignored my cries and locked me in the room instead.

"You need to learn a lesson. Only when you've tasted the bitterness will you stop hurting others."

Despair overtook me as I felt the suffocating grip around my throat and the unbearable itching that spread across my skin. I fought to breathe, scratching my skin raw.

Three days later, he came up with some warped sense of mercy, deciding to "make it up to me" with a candlelit dinner.

"The punishment is over. Behave, and you'll still be Mrs. Chapman."

But he was too late. My body had already turned to ashes.

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Warren absentmindedly twirled his smartphone, its screen casting shadows on his handsome face. Three days had passed without a single call from Mazie. Before, she would have clung to him every minute.

"Heh, I guess she's learned her lesson," he chuckled, dismissing her tear-streaked face with annoyance. His phone rang, breaking his reverie. He quickly answered.

"Mazie, you—"

"Sir, the lady's room hasn't been cleaned in days, and there's an odor…" It was the butler, Magnus.

"What kind of game is she playing now?" Warren's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Does she think this will make me come back? She's dreaming!"

Magnus hesitated. "Sir, she might already be—"

Warren cut him off. "Don't bother. Let her rot."

He hung up, frowning as Mazie's pale, tear-streaked face flashed through his mind.

"What are you thinking about?" Amber's sweet voice brought him back. She was nestled against him.

He stroked her silky hair gently, speaking in a tender voice, "Just some bothersome thoughts."

"Is it about Mazie again? I didn't mean to upset you about her," Amber said, her eyes wide with feigned concern.

Warren pulled her closer, comforting her softly. "Don't worry, sweetheart. She's just trying to get my attention, but I won't fall for it again."

"I promise I won't let her hurt you anymore…"

"But… but…" Amber's eyes flashed with sly satisfaction, quickly masked by concern.

Watching their display of affection, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly, though no one could hear me. I was already dead.

In my final moments of asphyxiation, I felt myself drift above the room, looking down at my twisted body on the floor. It was me, but it wasn’t anymore. I saw my own face, contorted in agony, my skin scratched raw.

How ironic that I died hoping Warren would remember my goodness and come save me. Meanwhile, Warren was with Amber, whispering sweet reassurances as she received an IV at the hospital.

"Warren, do you think something's happened to Mazie?" Amber's syrupy voice sickened me.

"Relax, she won't