Welcome To Hell, Dear Wife Novel – Buried By Liars. Mira Carter had jumped in front of a truck. And no, it wasn’t an accident. She had intentionally picked a very big one, a ten-wheeler she knew wouldn’t be able to stop and would actually take her life as fast as possible. She had in fact closed her eyes and ignored the blaring horn as she thought, “Finally. Peace.” Before she felt the impact of the truck hitting her.
So why on earth was she awake right now? And why did she feel like she was sleeping on a really hard bed inside a closet that smelled like old flowers and cheap wood? She tried to lift a finger, and it didn’t lift. She tried to open her eyes, and not even that worked. Her body was completely still. It was like her brain had been switched on, but someone forgot to plug in the rest of her body. Only her consciousness was awake.
‘Hello,’ she thought into the void, wondering if this was what the whole afterlife was. ‘Okay, this is so weird. Did I end up in a coma instead of just dying?’ She thought as a sudden wave of cold dread washed over her. ‘Oh God, what if I’m paralyzed? What if I failed and would end up lying on a hospital bed forever without being able to even blink?’ Just as the panic was about to swallow her whole, a sound pierced the silence.
Or more like a voice that sounded muffled, like she was listening from underwater. “… a complete waste of money, I’m telling you.” Mira’s thoughts immediately screeched to a halt. She knew that voice anywhere. It was the grating, perpetually angry tone that belonged to Gordon, her stepfather. What on earth was that man doing here. She wondered, confused. Did he come visit me at the hospital after all he dared to do? Since when does he even care? But then his next words started to clear things up.
“The bitch couldn’t pay rent when she was alive, and now she’s costing me so much fortune yet again. Just a stupid selfish bitch to the very end.” The word alive echoed in the dark space of Mira’s mind. When she was alive? “Oh shut up, Gordon!” A second voice joined in. And it was her mother, Mary, the woman who had left when Mira was a kid and only showed up when there might be cash involved.
“Who else would pay for her burial if not you! You’re just mad the life insurance might not pay for suicides.” Burial? Suicides? The cold dread in Mira’s stomach turned to solid ice as the final terrible piece of the puzzle dropped. She wasn’t in a hospital at all. She was in a coffin! They weren’t visiting her, they were burying her! ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!’ she screamed, a silent internal shriek of pure outrage and confusion.
‘I did it! I actually died! So why on earth am I able to hear everything going on right now! Is the afterlife supposed to be this?’ As if killing herself was not enough, she was forced to hear everything going on at her own funeral. Forced to listen to people who should mourn her simply talk about money again and again, instead of missing her or crying even a little.
“Why should I be forced to spend my money to bury her when she’s not even my daughter? I’ve done more for her than you have ever done! Where were you when she was eating my food, huh?” Gordon shot back, his voice getting louder.