After My DINK Husband Regrets, I Send Him for Vasectomy

A decade of child-free marriage ends in tragedy when a severe medical infection forces the removal of my uterus. Instead of comfort, my husband and in-laws turn on me, demanding an heir and accusing me of ruining their family line. When I seek a divorce, my husband greedily eyes my massive inheritance. Together with his family, he pushes me to my death from a rooftop, staging it as a suicide. But death isn't the end. Waking up in the ninth year of our marriage, I have a chance to rewrite my fate.

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Chapter 3

Chris once said that his parents were difficult and, to avoid trouble, he hadn't told them about our decision to be child-free but rather claimed that I was infertile.

I didn't mind what explanation was used; I simply didn't want children, so I went along with his approach.

I didn't expect that his parents would not only spread rumors about my infertility but ultimately push me off a rooftop, using my lack of offspring as the excuse.

After my death, Chris inherited the fortune his parents had originally left to me, spent money to marry a little internet celebrity, and had a string of children.

Perhaps unwilling to accept it, my spirit lingered, watching them live in my parents' house, using the furniture and appliances I had carefully chosen, and regularly gathering to call me the biggest fool in the world.

Heaven saw my plight, and I was reborn.

When I mentioned divorce, Chris's face darkened. He lowered his eyes and said, "Honey, I'm actually doing this for your own good.

"I heard that a vasectomy can make a man less manly. Don't you want your husband to be in his prime?"

The scumbag of a man was still pretending to have deep feelings for me.

In this life, I won't have sex with him!

However, I swallowed my disgust and pretended to be troubled. "But recently, a one-million-dollar certificate of deposit is maturing. I was planning to buy you a sports car with it. This money is from my mother, and she didn't want me to have an IUD. I don't want to use her money and upset her."

As I mentioned "sports car," Chris's eyes lit up.

He had long been eyeing the new "chick killer" sports car, but I had been holding off, worried about his reckless behavior.

Hearing me talk like this, he excitedly said, "Honey, we can't let Mom be unhappy in her grave. You should remove the IUD, but I won't get a vasectomy. I'll just use protection from now on."

He put on a face that was all about giving and taking.

I wasn't buying it. "That won't do, darling. You don't like using protection anyway. Since we don't want children, just get a vasectomy. As long as you get the vasectomy, I'll immediately go pick up the car. Deal?"

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