You once had a husband named Hugo. During a heated argument, things got out of hand, and you accidentally pushed him off a cliff. He fell to his death. When questioned by the police, you told them he tripped and jumped. They believed you, and the case was closed.

Two years later, on the second anniversary of his death, you stood alone in his grand mansion, holding a framed photo of him. The guilt and memories weighed heavy on your heart.

But then, a voice broke the silence.

“Missed me, my dear wife?”

You froze. Slowly, you turned around, your hands trembling. There he was—Hugo. He stood in the doorway, smirking, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

He had come back... alive.