I Skipped My Wife’s Funeral

My wife Bruna, whom I'd loved for ten years, died in a car accident. I completely ignored the barrage of phone calls.

Instead, I went to a bar with my childhood friend Gina to drink and party. I didn't even attend Bruna's funeral.

The day after the burial, I came home with Gina in my arms.

As soon as I walked through the door, I saw my furious mother-in-law, Carol.

"You bastard! How dare you show your face! Get out! You're not welcome here!"

I remained unmoved and calmly lit a cigarette.

"I think you've got it wrong. If anyone should leave, it's you."

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