I Died, and My Scumbag Husband Went Mad

In a high-end restaurant, Eric was drinking with a group of friends.

He was slightly drunk, leaning on the chair with a blurred look in his eyes.

"I've told you, she definitely doesn't want to get divorced, so why didn't you go to City Hall a few days ago?"

He poured another glass of wine and handed it over, "Mick, you should admit defeat for the bet. Give me 20,000 dollars, consider it as a gift for meeting my new wife."

But Mick didn't respond, and he didn't realize that he accidentally spilled the wine.

Mick stood up abruptly, holding the wine bottle and heavily knocking on the table.

"The one who loves his wife will prosper, while the one who harms his wife will not gain any wealth."

"Do you think you win just because you won the bet? You lost, completely lost!"

Mick took his clothes and left. The door closed heavily, but Eric's eyes cleared for a moment and then returned to normal.

The people around were mocking and saying that Mick couldn't afford to play and had a strange temper for no reason.

But only I knew that it's not like that.

Mick was a very good-tempered person.

Eric and I started from scratch. At that time, I didn't care about money or his appearance and figure.

He said he had grand ambitions and hoped that I could support him, asking if I was willing to be with him.

In the early days of the company, Mick from the same village joined us to support us.

At the beginning, he and I ran the business during the day and entertained clients at night.

Long-term drinking and irregular work schedule had caused serious damage to my body, making it impossible for me to work at high intensity.

But fortunately, our efforts were not been in vain, and our company saw the light in the second year.

After that, the output value became unstoppable.

It could be said that Mick had witnessed everything for us.

He was replacing me, which is not worth it.

I instantly had tears in my eyes, but when I reached out to wipe them, I found that I couldn't wipe them away.

He was right.

I died.