My Husband Wants to Fake His Death to Accompany His Mistress

I raised my hand and slapped Harry hard in the face. Harry didn't move at all. It seemed that he was afraid of being discovered, so he was directly numbed. In that way, my plan could be carried out more easily.

Jack screamed and thought that I had found Harry pretending to be dead. "Lynn, you... You can't be so cruel even if you are angry. We can explain..."

Thinking of the pain of my last life, I burst into tears, but I didn't stop beating Harry. Seeing that Jack was about to tell the truth, I quickly cried and complained, "I told you not to stay up late but you didn't listen to me. What would I do if you left me alone?"

Jack knew that I didn't find it. Hitting Harry was just a way to express my sadness. However, he was still a little worried when he saw how hard I slapped Harry. He stammered, "Lynn, be gentle. Harry will hurt."

I stopped and looked at Jack as if I was looking at a fool. "What's wrong, Jack? Do people who have just died feel pain?"

Jack swallowed and regretted saying that. He smiled awkwardly and said, "No, I just..."

He couldn't explain for a long time. I couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so I took out my mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Yes, I want to donate my husband’s organs. He has just died. Come on."

Jack wanted to stop me, but because of his identity, he could just take out his mobile phone and quickly send a message.

The staff from the Organ Donor Service arrived in a few minutes. I pretended to be distressed and said, "My husband has always been a kind person. I want to extend his life with this accidental death. I hope his organs can save more people."

The doctor at the Organ Donor Service shook my hand tightly. "I thank you on behalf of those families! May I ask what organs you want to donate?"

I glanced at Jack and sighed. "My husband died of a heart attack. Except for his heart, I'm going to donate his organs to the needy and his body to the medical school."

Jack stood in front of the bed and said, "No, Lynn. Harry told me that he was not willing to donate organs at all. We have to respect Harry's last wish."

I wiped away my tears and said, "Jack, I am Harry's wife. I can make this decision. You and Harry are just good friends. I believe you don't need me to tell you who is in charge."

"Your stop will cause organ failure. You are also a doctor. Don't you want to save lives and heal injuries?"

"Yes, Dr. Dylan, please get out of the way." the staff of the Organ Donor Service also said.

How could Jack get out of the way? He said, "I just contacted Aunt Nancy. You should at least let her see Harry for the last time."

It turned out that he had just informed Nancy.

I thought for a moment and nodded.

In fact, I didn't want Harry to donate organs, because I knew very well that he would be found alive immediately after opening his chest. What I wanted to do was not to expose Harry's fake death, but to make his fake death real.

I did all this just to force Sandra, the mistress, or Nancy to show up.

I wanted them to see Harry die with their own eyes, but there was nothing they could do.