Faking Death: The Breakup of a MarriageChapter 1
In my previous life, my husband faked his death, took all the property and ran off with his mistress, leaving me alone to repay the debts. My life was a mess!
My vicious mother-in-law refused to let me go. In order to immigrate abroad and live a carefree life, she deliberately gave me drugs to cause me to have a miscarriage.
She did not want me to give birth to a grandson for her.
So, when my life was starting over again, I looked at my husband who was faking his death and made a decision in my heart.
In your previous life, you faked your death to trick me. That was why when you really die in this life, I would bury you for real.
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“Sister-in-law, you must take care of yourself. No one wants this to happen, but we have tried our best. Erwin has passed away despite failed rescue efforts."
I was helped to come to my senses and the body of my husband, Erwin Chavez, was pushed in front of me.
He was covered with a white cloth and laid motionless.
Erwin's brother-in-law, Foster Armstrong, the doctor who performed the emergency treatment, came over, took off his glasses and couldn't help wiping away tears.
“Sister-in-law, Erwin is gone. You have to be strong. I'm afraid you can't bear it. Just sign this death notice. I'll push him to the morgue and have him cremated.”
Foster was very anxious and had already prepared paper and pen before he came to me.
I picked up the pen in a daze and saw the rhinestone manicure I had just done on my slender fingers, as well as the date on the death notice that went back five years ago.
I was absolutely sure that I had been reborn!
Looking at the death notice, everything about my previous life seemed to be still vivid in my mind.
That rainy night, Erwin came back late from a social event and was sent for emergency treatment in the middle of the night.
Foster rescued him all night and told me in the morning that he had a heart attack due to staying up late, drinking, irregular lifestyle and diet. He eventually died after failed rescue efforts.
When I heard the sad news, I cried so hard that I fainted.
When I woke up again, Erwin had completely disappeared from my life. He was cremated and finally handed to me. It was just an urn weighing three pounds, without even a last word.
I was lamenting the unfairness of fate when I found out that I was unexpectedly pregnant.