After My Death, He Regretted Novel – I was on my way home when I was dragged to the top of the building and held hostage by a criminal. Yet, his only demand was to speak to my husband, a famous negotiator. But my husband saw my plea for help as a trick to get his attention. From the other end of the line, I heard his childhood sweetheart speaking. It turned out he was celebrating her birthday. But he forgot that today was my birthday too. When he hung up, my life began its countdown as well. Tears slid down my cheeks.
I thought to myself, “In our next life, I’ll never fall for you again.” The moment I felt my consciousness fade, I was suddenly thrown back to 30 minutes earlier, back when the man abducted me. This time, I tried using the negotiation skills my husband once taught me, slowly calming him down. When I saw the murderous edge fade from his eyes, my heart finally eased. Just as I thought I was getting through to the man, his phone rang. The next second, his eyes blazed with anger. I instantly knew that phone call had rendered my efforts useless. The police didn’t dare take any chances and immediately arranged for a negotiator.
That negotiator was none other than my husband, Jaxton Nichols. I thought he would rush to the site right away, since he was off today. But as time passed, the police still couldn’t reach him. The criminal grew more and more agitated. Several times, I was nearly pushed off the ledge. I could feel my blood go cold the moment one of my feet dangled in the air. I began sweating profusely. “P-Please… don’t panic. Believe me, the negotiator you want must be on his way.” I tried talking to him again, doing everything I could to calm him down. But it only agitated him. “Could you let me try? Maybe I can reach Jaxton.” The man pondered for a moment before he finally handed me the phone. With trembling fingers, I dialed Jaxton’s number. This time, the call went through. I exhaled in relief, my voice thrilled. “Jax, I’m being held hostage.
Please save me!” Jaxton let out a cold grunt. “Estrella Schmidt! Stop with your stupid games. It’s Kathy’s birthday. I’m spending the day with her.” I could feel my heart drop. I was about to speak when Kathryn Lamar’s voice cut in over the line. “Jax, you promised me. Today’s supposed to be just for us.” “Alright, Kathy. Today I’m all yours. Go wash up. Dinner’s almost ready.” I felt all hope was lost when he hung up. Kathryn was the princess whom he vowed to protect forever. Of course, he remembered her birthday. With her around, why would he care about me? But did Jaxton remember that it was my birthday too? Tears streamed down my cheeks.
The man had run out of patience. His cold voice echoed in my ear. “Remember this, you died because of your husband. His indifference killed you.” Then with a twisted grin, he let go, and I plunged downward. Passing the seventh floor, I saw Jaxton and Kathryn in our dining room. My eyes met theirs. He actually brought her into our home. They were drinking from our matching mugs. As I hit the ground, I recalled something he once said. “I promised Kathy’s parents that I would take care of her until she marries. It’s a promise I must absolutely keep.” He said it was a promise he must keep at all costs. I chuckled at the thought of it.
He remembered the promise he made to Kathryn, but forgot our wedding vows. He’d forgotten that he was a married man. If he had even a shred of love for me, I wouldn’t have suffered such a tragic ending. Unfortunately, there were no what-ifs in life.