My Husband Wants to Fake His Death to Accompany His Mistress

"This is murder! I don't know if the hospital will stay open, but you are definitely going to jail. So think about it again. Did you really see Harry move?"

Jack was in a dilemma and didn't know how to refute. I sneered and shook off Jack's hand, then followed the car to the crematorium.

Jack picked up his mobile phone and began to make a phone call.

I looked at Harry lying on the stretcher and couldn't help but laugh.

In my previous life, when I met Harry on the street, his face was almost the same as it was now, with no trace of age on it. I threw myself in front of the car and wanted to reconcile with him. I wanted to cry and complain about my suffering all these years.

Harry narrowed his eyes and took a long time to recognize me. He said with a smile, "It's you. It's only been ten years since we last met, but you look older than my grandma."

At that time, my throat was hoarse and I was hunched over. Indeed, I didn't look like a woman in her forties. I stammered, "You... Aren't you dead?"

Harry and Sandra, who was sitting next to him at that time, laughed hysterically. "In order to get rid of you, I deliberately faked my death."

In fact, Harry didn't finish his words, but I understood.

If he had said that he wanted a divorce, I would have agreed. However, if we divorced, I would have taken half of his property and he would have been accused of cheating on his wife. However, it would have been different if he had pretended to be dead.

Not only could he leave all his debts to me, but he could also transfer all his assets. He could also change his identity and openly be with Sandra.

I was so angry that I couldn't speak, but Harry seemed to be very interested in talking. He smiled at me, "In fact, I could have heard you talking in the hospital at that time. I haven't forgotten the sound of you crying until now. I'm really curious. How could you cry like a goose?"

"It's really funny, hahaha."

I clutched my chest as I fell to the ground. "Honey, she's not trying to blackmail us, is she? Let's go."

Harry also complained about his bad luck and drove away directly, regardless of my life.

The last thing I could remember was the car disappearing into the distance, followed by darkness.

...

I was immersed in painful memories when I found that Harry's fingers seemed to have moved. It seemed that he knew that he was going to be cremated. The anesthetic was about to wear off, and he would wake up soon.

I urged the driver, "Sir, please hurry up. My mother-in-law wants to rob my husband's body and insists on donating it. I just want my husband to come and leave intact."

The driver responded and stepped on the accelerator, driving much faster.

I lowered my head and threw myself at Harry's chest. I told him everything that I didn't have the chance to say in my previous life.

"I know you're not dead, and I also know that you cheated on me a long time ago. You put on this show just to be with Sandra and leave me to pay off the debt. But I don't hate you. I've decided to respect your thoughts. Since you want to die, I'll send you to cremate as soon as possible."

"I only know that you can hear me now, but I'm not sure if you feel any pain. I hope you do. That way, you can feel the cremation. After all, you may be the first person to be cremated alive."