My Husband Wants to Fake His Death to Accompany His Mistress

"You may be wondering why I do this and how I know this. It doesn't matter if I tell you now, because I have already experienced what happened today. In my last life, I believed you, and I lived a very miserable life. So don't blame me. You owe me all this."

Harry's fingers trembled slightly. He couldn't move, but his tears flowed out. I reached out and wiped his tears. "Are you crying now? You can cry after you enter the furnace."

My phone kept ringing. Jack and Nancy kept calling me, but I was just a pitiful woman who had lost my husband and I was not in the mood to answer the phone.

The driver sped all the way and we arrived ten minutes early. However, there were many people at the crematorium today. It would take at least an hour for Harry to get there.

I pinched my thigh, snorted, and shed tears before I went to the person in charge. "My husband suddenly died of a serious illness. When my mother-in-law knew about it, she fainted and was rescued in the hospital. I have to go back as soon as possible. Please cremate my husband first. I don't want anything to happen to my mother-in-law."

It was the first time that the staff of the crematorium had met someone who wanted to cut in line. He hesitated and said, "I know you're anxious, but others have been waiting for a long time. I can't let you cut in."

Although he said that, he stretched out his hand meaningfully. I understood that he wanted money.

I knew that there was no time to lose, so I took out my mobile phone and transferred 400 dollars to him directly. "Please help me. I'm an orphan. My husband and mother-in-law are very kind to me. I really can't lose my mother-in-law."

With the support of money, Harry jumped the queue successfully. In less than ten minutes, he was directly pushed into the burning furnace. The staff was about to press the burning button, but I stopped him. I couldn't let him become a ‘murder’ and I also wanted to take revenge myself.

Under my urging, the staff agreed to let me press the button.

At that moment, Nancy and Jack's anxious voices came from the doorway. "Stop, stop, don't cremate!"

Nancy collapsed at the door due to the drug or fright. "Stop it and push my son out."

Jack grabbed my hand and said, "Lynn. Wait a minute. Aunt Nancy has something to tell Harry."

Nancy was panting. "Get out of here. I won't allow you to cremate my son. I'll do it myself. Drive her out."

At this critical moment, the two of them still wanted to continue the plan.

I knelt on the ground and said in a tea tone, "Mom, Harry has left. Let him rest in peace. I'm his wife. I won't leave."

The dispute between the three of us attracted a lot of attention.

The staff looked at each other in dismay. "What sad play are you putting on? The crematorium isn't a place for you to joke around."

As the staff spoke, he was about to press the burning button. Jack and Nancy rushed over desperately to stop him with ferocious expressions. The staff was shocked and subconsciously dodged to the side.

However, Jack and Nancy did not hold back and pressed the button. The flames engulfed Harry in an instant.