Husband dressed as Santa Claus and unbuckled my seat belt

For our tenth anniversary, which just happened to fall on Christmas Day, he'd meticulously planned a return to our special spot: Springtime Amusement Park. We were going to relive our first dates.

But the happiness barely had a chance to settle in when I vanished in the park.

The staff did a full-on, grid search for a week before finding my body in the woods under the roller coaster.

The police investigation concluded I died from a fall. The official story was a tragic accident caused by a malfunction on the ride.

But nobody knows the truth: my safety harness was deliberately unfastened.

The one who did it was my so-called "Mr. Lovey-Dovey" husband.

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I gasped awake, finding myself slumped on a bench at Springtime Amusement Park. Before my breath could even catch up, Ryan was bounding towards me, a pair of roller coaster tickets flapping in his hand.

"Last ride! We made it! Babe, you can finally go!"

The scene was so familiar.

I’d actually been reborn, back to the very day of my death.

Ryan's face was all tenderness, but I felt a cold disconnect.

My death wasn’t an accident at all.

The one who killed me was this man right here.

Last time, he’d come back with the tickets and then, not long after, excused himself to use the restroom.

I waited forever for him to return.

The roller coaster was about to launch, and I had to follow the staff, dressed in Santa costumes, to the starting point.

“Careful!” Santa helped my arm.

I recognized Ryan’s voice. My heart did a somersault. Tears of gratitude welled up.

The day he proposed, he was also dressed as Santa, down on one knee, slipping the ring on my finger. That happiness had been unforgettable. I guess he was getting ready to surprise me again.

The coaster was starting. Ryan fastened my seatbelt. His hands were shaking, and the buckle kept slipping from his fingers.

At the last moment, he whispered in my ear, "Tara, close your eyes. It'll all be over soon. Don't blame me. I owe you, and I’ll make it up to you in the next life.”

"Ryan? What do you mean?” I stared at him, thinking I’d misheard.

I tried to grab him, to get an explanation, but I only managed to clutch a bit of his sleeve, and he ripped it away.

The coaster was already soaring upwards. No chance to ask what he was talking about.

But there was no surprise awaiting me, just gruesome death.

At the peak, as the ride plunged downwards, my safety belt just unbuckled. I was thrown free, falling from what felt like a million feet.

Everyone was screaming with excitement, no one realized what had happened.

Ryan had messed with the buckle. This was deliberate murder.

Nobody can understand the desperation I felt as I was flung out, the terror of free-falling, the wind in my ears like the whisper of Death.

I hit the ground like a pancake. Bones shattered, brain oozing out, eyeballs bursting.

Ryan, like you said, you owe me. I'll collect this life. Since I'm alive again, I won’t be so easy to get rid of!

He saw how pale I wa...