Husband Left A Suicide Note and Pretended To Be Dead

"Ava, what are you thinking about so deeply? Come and have some soup."

Archer held a small spoon, trying to feed me. I gagged and ran to the bathroom. He followed me with tissues, his face full of concern.

I vomited until tears streamed down my face, the nausea still lingering.

Archer and I met on a blind date.

He was handsome and had a stable job, so I assumed he wouldn't be interested in me. To my surprise, he confessed his feelings and proposed marriage. He even insisted on marrying into my family.

I felt it was too much of a sacrifice for him, but he reassured me.

"There are two brothers in my family, but your parents only have you as a daughter. We can't let your family line die out.

My parents had passed away long ago, so what family line was there to continue? "I don't have any plans to carry on the family name. I can't let you suffer like this."

He playfully tapped my nose.

"Married daughters aren't entitled to the headcount fee. We can't pass up this money. We need it to raise our little one."

I teased him, "You're such a money-grubber."

He said that having children was hard work, and if that money could ease my burden, he was willing to be called a money-grubber.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"You can marry into my family, but the child has to take your last name. I don't want you to feel inferior."

Now I realize how foolish I was. He didn't love me; he loved the house my family was about to receive compensation for due to demolition.

It was ridiculous.

Archer, since you love money so much, let it accompany you to hell.