My Husband Wants to Fake His Death to Accompany His Mistress

In my previous life, my husband had a heart attack and was sent to the hospital by his colleagues.

By the time I got to the hospital, my husband had already passed away.

I was so sad that I fainted from crying.

When I woke up again, my husband had been cremated.

Before I had time to feel sad, I was urged to pay the debt by the loan agency.

Only then did I realize that my husband owed a loan of millions of dollars.

And I was the only heir to my husband's will.

Ten years later, when I was stooping to pick up garbage on the road, I saw my husband, who was supposed to be dead, driving a luxury car and chatting with a mistress.

My husband smiled and threw me a hundred dollars to thank me for my efforts.

I had long been exhausted and I died of anger.

When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my husband had a heart attack.

...

"Lynn, don't be sad. Take care of yourself. We've tried our best to save him, but Harry still..."

Jack, my husband Harry's good friend and attending doctor, had a regretful look on his face as he spoke some medical terms that I did not understand.

He reached out and helped me sit down on the sofa. "Lynn, you'd better not look at his body. I'm afraid you won't be able to take it."

I looked at myself in the glass, finding I was still young and there were no scars on my hands caused by long-term work. I took a few deep breaths and finally confirmed that I had been reborn.

In my previous life, I rushed to the hospital after receiving the news that Harry had a heart attack. I rushed all the way and ran three red lights, but I was still too late.

I held the death certificate and cried so hard that I almost fainted.

When I woke up, Harry had been cremated, leaving me only a small urn. I took the urn home and stayed at home for a few days without eating or drinking, but several lawyers came with major loan companies.

It was only then that I found out that I was the only heir to Harry's property in his will. I struggled to sort out the financial situation.

I found that Harry's company had been sold by my mother-in-law, Nancy, and he only left me a loan of millions of dollars.

The house was soon forced to be auctioned by the court. I had nowhere to go. I wanted to ask Nancy for help, but she didn't see me at all.

I lived a very difficult life in the following days. I rented a small shed, and almost every day, there were people who came to collect debts. In order to survive and pay off the debt, I worked four jobs a day. However, after being executed by the court I was only able to reach subsistence level and could not afford to go to the doctor when I got sick.

One day, when I was picking up garbage, I saw Harry, who had passed away for ten years, driving and talking with a woman.

I rushed up and wanted to see it clearly. Harry didn't hide his identity at all. He laughed at me for looking like I was in my forties and threw me 20 dollars to thank me for my efforts in the past ten years.

I was so angry that I almost died on the spot. Harry left as if he hadn't seen anything.

...

Thinking of this, I made a decision!

In my previous life, you faked your death. This time, I would let you die for real. Jack kept urging me to drink water. When I came to my senses, I didn't drink any water.

I remembered that in my previous life, I fainted after drinking this glass of water. I was almost 100% sure that this glass of water was definitely drugged in order to let me miss Harry's cremation.

I put down the glass, ignored Jack's obstruction, and walked to Harry's bed.

Harry looked ruddy and didn't look like a person who had just died. It was only because I was too sad and stupid in my previous life that I couldn't see this.