After I died, my wife suddenly became pregnant

As a man, fearing the pain of childbirth for my wife, I went for a vasectomy and died on the operating table. By the time my wife remembered I existed, I'd been dead for two years. She called my mother, asking for our marriage certificate so she could register our child for school. My mom nearly lost it, screaming, "My son is dead! Sam is dead! Even in death you won't leave him alone, trying to paint him as a cheater!" On the other end of the line, Alyssa, extremely impatient, assuming I was pulling another stunt, hung up and went to meet her teenage sweetheart at a hotel.

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I loved Alyssa for eighteen years, seventeen of which I spent as her doormat. We were married for one. That day, she cried like a baby, asking if I would marry her. I swear, I'd never been so thrilled. I said yes immediately! Everyone called me a spare tire, said I was a walking green light. I just laughed it off. Marrying the woman I loved wasn't embarrassing. After the wedding, she worried about pregnancy ruining her figure and even more about the pain of childbirth. So I went to the hospital, arranged everything with the doctor for a vasectomy, planning to surprise her. She didn't know I'd won the lottery – half a million dollars! I could take care of her for the rest of her life. I wanted to prove to her I wasn't any less than Ethan. Every time we argued, Alyssa would call me a loser, saying I earned less in a month than Ethan made in a breath. Ethan, the boy she held in her heart. It’s true what they say, childhood sweethearts can’t compete with someone new and exciting. The day of the surgery, I asked her to wait for me at home. Alyssa coldly replied, "Can't. Ethan's feeling down. I have to be with him." I begged her, it was my birthday, couldn't she have dinner with me? Alyssa flew into a rage, smashing things around the house. A glass she grabbed hit my forehead, drawing blood. She still looked at me with disgust. "Sam, you're so sickening." "If I could, I really wouldn't want to see you." As she wished, something went wrong during the surgery, and I never woke up. My soul floated above, watching the doctor contact my family, call Alyssa. She didn't answer the first time, then blocked him. She really didn't want to see me. Finally, my mom and dad arrived. Mom, elderly, fainted on the spot. Dad, fighting back tears, took me to the crematorium. Afterward, they tried to contact Alyssa, but couldn't reach her. My soul, however, involuntarily followed her. That night, she met Ethan at the hotel. As soon as they met, Alyssa pulled a lab report from her bag and placed it on the table, her voice incredibly gentle, "Ethan, I'm pregnant." Ethan, smoking a cigarette by the window, visibly flinched, disbelief in his eyes. Too preoccupied to care about Alyssa’s feelings, he muttered, "Get rid of it." I'd never seen Alyssa so meek. She didn't dare look him in the eye, just kept crying, whispering, "I want to keep this baby." Ethan left. For the next month, she couldn't reach him,...