Blake Sterling drank excessively during a social event, triggering an acute heart attack. After being rushed to Riverbend General Hospital, he died. After his death, over a dozen banks and predatory lenders came after me for repayment, and I only then realized he was buried in massive debts. I sold everything I could, but it was just a drop in the bucket. The loan sharks forced me to work at Neon Nights Club. For ten whole years, I endured abuse and contracted numerous diseases. The doctor told me I had at most another month to live. Walking aimlessly on a desolate road, a luxury car hit me, sending me flying. Out of the car came my husband Blake Sterling, who should have been dead for ten years, and his first love, Aurora Blake. “Why did you fake your death?” I raged. “Because I won a $200 million lottery, and I didn’t want to share it with you.” This malicious man enjoyed the prize money alone, living happily with his first love, but left me with enormous debts. He reversed the car, cruelly running me over. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he faked his death. Content
“Sister-in-law, death cannot be undone. Please accept your condolences and move on,” attending physician Jasper “Jazz” Collins comforted me. He was also a good friend of my husband, Blake Sterling. I touched my face, smooth and delicate, whereas in my previous life, after contracting numerous diseases, my face was covered with dense pustules. I realized I had been reborn! Blake Sterling’s “corpse” lay peacefully on the bed, covered from feet to head with a white cloth. I bawled loudly, rushing forward to tear off the white cloth. “You bastard, how many times have I told you not to drink, not to drink, and you just didn’t listen. Now you just closed your eyes and left me alone in this world, so lonely. How am I going to live?” As I cried heart-wrenchingly, I slapped him hard. Blake’s face turned red from my slaps, but his body remained motionless, likely because he was given a sedative or similar drug; he couldn’t move, but his consciousness was still present. Seeing Blake’s face turn red, Jazz quickly came over to stop me. Because the dead don’t blush. “Sister-in-law, please calm down. I know you’re deeply grieving, but venting your frustration on Blake’s corpse is of no use,” Jazz stood in front of the “corpse.” Jazz and Blake were in cahoots. In the entire scheme to fake death, Jazz was key. He was the attending physician responsible for declaring Blake dead and issuing the death certificate. “Jazz, as a renowned doctor, you couldn’t even save your best friend. How can you live with that?” I cried, using all my strength to hit him. “Sister-in-law, I did my best…” Jazz winced in pain, “Stop hitting me. When Blake was brought in, it was already too late to save him.” I ignored his explanations; I just wanted to beat him up. This bastard, in my previous life, helped Blake fake his death, causing me to bear enormous debts and live a life worse than death. “You and he are sworn brothers. You promised not to seek the same birth year, month, and day, but to die on the same year, month, and day. Now, go die and join my husband below.” I transformed into a shrew, scratching him hard, leaving his face bruised. “Sister-in-law, that was just a joke after drinking.” “Smack!” I, holding back tears of grievance, gave him two hard slaps. “Sworn brothers are under heaven’s witness, but you called it a joke? While my husband saw you as a brother, you see him as a monkey? I now seriously doubt you didn’t try your best to save my husband.” Jazz looked embarrassed, “Sister-in-law, I swear, I did my utmost to save Blake, but I’m not a god; it was truly beyond saving.” I collapsed to the ground, sobbing, “Husband, wake up! How could you abandon me alone…” “Sister-in-law, no matter how much you grieve, Blake won’t come back. Please take care of yourself.” He said, handing me a bottle of water. “Drink some to calm down.” “Drinking more water won’t ease my inner pain.” I directly smashed the water bottle on his head. In my previous life, I drank this water, then passed out. When I woke up, my mother-in-law was already holding Blake’s urn. So, this water must be tainted. “Ah!” He cried out in pain, “Sister-in-law, don’t go too far.” “Too far? You, as my husband’s brother, didn’t shed a single tear, and yet you say I’m too far?” Jazz hesitated, looking guilty, “I… I’m deeply saddened.”
“Jazz, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” I said softly, wiping my tears. “I understand, sister-in-law. I don’t blame you.” “Although Blake is gone, I want him to live on in another way.” I looked tenderly at Blake’s “corpse.” Jazz looked puzzled, “Sister-in-law, what do you mean?” I took out my phone and called the hospital’s organ donation office. “Yes, it’s my husband, he just passed away. I want to donate his organs to those in need.” Upon hearing this, Jazz turned pale. A slight oversight. They never expected me to donate his organs. “Sister-in-law, how can you unilaterally decide to donate Blake’s organs?” Jazz asked, anxious, sweating profusely. “I’m his wife. I have that right.” “Blake is dead, but you’re still tampering with his corpse. This is really disheartening.” I frowned, confused, “Jazz, you’re a doctor. How could you say such a thing? My husband is dead, but his organs can still save many people. As a doctor, don’t you have that level of awareness?” After hearing this, he became dazed, his face pale. The organ donation doctor was upstairs. He quickly entered the room, saw me, and tightly held my hand, moved: “Ma’am, thank you for supporting the medical field. Here’s the donation agreement. Please sign it.” I quickly signed. Jazz, sweating and panicked, said, “Blake’s mother hasn’t agreed to the donation yet. According to regulations, if even one direct relative refuses, the donation cannot proceed.” “Jazz, my mother-in-law is a person of great integrity. Besides, Blake told me when he was alive that if he ever dies, he would donate his organs to those in need. Blake has always been a kind-hearted person. I must help him fulfill his last wishes.” “When did Blake ever say that?” Jazz questioned. “Do we have to tell you every single thing between us, Jazz?” I retorted. He was speechless. “My husband died of a heart attack. Except for his heart, all other organs can be donated—his eyes, organs, bones, skin—give them all to those in need. The remaining skeleton can be donated to the medical university for practice or research.” “Ma’am, your generosity is truly touching. To be honest, there’s an 18-year-old girl urgently needing a kidney transplant, and a child needs a cornea…” During our conversation, Jazz grabbed his phone and walked out of the room, likely urging my mother-in-law to come quickly. “That’s urgent. Hurry and push my husband away. Extract the organs immediately. Every minute counts; any delay could cause the organs to deteriorate.” I maintained a noble expression. The donation doctor pushed the bed outside. “Can’t leave!” Jazz blocked the door, sweating profusely, forehead dripping with cold sweat. “Dr. Collins, what are you doing?” The donation doctor was puzzled. “Jazz, please step aside. If the donation is delayed, my husband’s last wishes cannot be fulfilled.” I scolded him. “Blake actually… Anyway, he can’t leave… sister-in-law, I’m begging you.” Jazz was frantic, almost revealing the truth. “Dr. Collins, please don’t interfere with my work.” The donation doctor pulled his face. “Dr. Reed, Blake’s mother hasn’t arrived yet. Sister-in-law, no matter what, you need to let your mother-in-law see Blake one last time.” Jazz insisted. “First, extract the organs, then it’s not too late to see him. You heard what was said earlier, there are patients waiting for organ transplants. Saving lives is like saving from a fire; no time to waste.” “I heard what this family member said too, Dr. Collins, please step aside, or I’ll report you to the dean.” Dr. Reed snapped. “Scarlett Monroe, you wicked woman, your son just passed away, and you want to dismember him for his organs? I won’t spare you.” My mother-in-law burst into the room, furious.
“Aunt Evelyn, it’s not dismemberment, it’s organ donation,” I explained. “Who allowed you to do this?” “I’m helping Blake fulfill his last wish.” “You’re talking nonsense. How could my son donate his organs? I absolutely refuse.” My mother-in-law pushed Dr. Reed away, “Get out of my house! I won’t donate my son’s organs.” Dr. Reed left the room, displeased. Jazz sighed deeply, his nerves slightly relaxing. Blake on the bed was probably relieved to have escaped death. “My poor son, you died, how can I live on…” Aunt Evelyn feigned despair, collapsing on Blake and crying uncontrollably, “It’s all your bad luck, your curse, you killed my son. I want you to pay for this.” Aunt Evelyn turned her wrath on me, slapping me. I was furious. In my previous life, Aunt Evelyn had sent Blake’s “corpse” to the crematorium, obviously knowing Blake had faked his death. “Vivian Harper, get it straight. It wasn’t me who killed Blake, it was you!” I pushed her aside, growling fiercely. Aunt Evelyn was stunned, “You lie! How could I kill my own son?” “Why was Blake so desperate to socialize and make money? It’s all because of you. You have a gambling problem, losing money every day. How much debt have we paid off for you? Don’t you know what’s going on in your heart?” I raged. “My gambling debts only totaled about $1 million.” “Vivian, what you say is so light. The average wage in our city is only $1,800. Most people never save up $1 million in their lifetime.” “Two months ago, your medical expenses were over $20,000, paid by us. Don’t think I don’t know. You weren’t injured from a fall; you were beaten and hospitalized.” “You hang out at the mahjong parlor every day, hooking up with married men. You were beaten up by someone else’s wife, right? I understand you’re lonely, empty, and itching for attention, but why can’t you just find an old man properly, instead of hooking up with married men?” “You’re talking nonsense.” My mother-in-law’s face was filled with shame. “I’ve seen your discharge summary, your scandalous tales have already spread. You disrespect your elders. It’s all your fault Blake died.” I cursed loudly, feeling very satisfied. “Shut up!” My mother-in-law hysterically lunged at me, trying to choke me. I dodged quickly, she crashed into the wall and instantly fainted. “Mother-in-law…” I anxiously lifted her up and rushed to an empty bed across the room. Jazz followed closely. “Jazz, hurry and save my mother-in-law. Nurses, nurses come quickly…” I shouted down the corridor. Soon, several nurses rushed into the room. Jazz was giving Aunt Evelyn treatment. Taking advantage of the gap, I put a bag of Blake’s clothes on the bed, then pushed Blake up the elevator. At the entrance, the funeral home car was already waiting. I pulled out a thousand dollars for the driver, telling him to take the fastest route. After driving a portion of the way, I received a call from Aunt Evelyn, which I didn’t answer. Then, a call from Jazz followed, which I also didn’t answer. In the back of the car, it was only me and Blake. I opened the bag of clothes, searching for the lottery ticket, and quickly found it inside my phone case. The lottery ticket was tucked into a folded $100 bill. He always liked to put a $100 bill in his phone case, symbolizing “Money in my hand, I have the world.” The lottery was a single bet, 40 times, with a prize of $200 million. With this money, this life, I could finally enjoy life. I tore off the white cloth and saw Blake’s crotch was soaking wet. It seemed the organ donation incident scared him into wetting himself, confirming that although he couldn’t move, he was still conscious. “Blake, I found the $200 million lottery ticket. Aren’t you suspicious why I knew about it? I’m telling you, I was reborn.” “In my last life, you and your first love were living luxuriously, but you left me with piles of debt. Predatory lenders forced me to work at Neon Nights Club, I got sick with diseases, and in the end, you ran me over with your car. Are you even human?” “You loved faking your death so much, so in this life, I’ll grant you. After you enter the crematorium, you’ll taste the pain of being burned alive.” I gritted my teeth. Blake’s eyelids suddenly twitched a few times. “Scared? Didn’t expect it to turn out this way? Regret it? Want me to spare you? That’s impossible. I must cremate you today.” Aunt Evelyn and Jazz kept calling, but I simply turned on ‘Do Not Disturb.’
After more than 30 minutes, we arrived at the funeral home. Originally, I thought we could be cremated immediately, but there were six slots ahead. I asked the staff, and they said my turn would be at least three hours later. I panicked; Aunt Evelyn and Jazz must be on their way right now. Suddenly, I had an idea. I pounced on Blake, crying loudly: “Husband, what are we going to do? I can’t cremate you before 11 AM. If we miss the time, you can’t reincarnate forever…” The waiting family members all looked at me. I knelt on the ground, begging them, “In our hometown, there’s a custom that cremation time can’t exceed 11 AM. Otherwise, the soul won’t catch the ferry to the Spirit City. Uncle, Auntie, can you let me cut in line?” Some of them showed compassion, some hesitated, some were undecided. I took out my phone, “I’ll compensate you $3,000.” Hearing the money, they agreed to let me cut in line. I transferred $3,000 to each of the six prior families. After more than ten minutes, I pushed Blake into the cremation chamber. I noticed Blake’s middle finger twitching a few times. I leaned over Blake’s ear and said, “Scared? Regret? It’s too late.” The cremation chamber staff told me to wait outside. I begged, “Sir, please let me give my husband his final farewell.” After saying this, I gave him the last thousand dollars in my pocket. “Good journey, husband!” I personally pushed him into the cremation furnace and pressed the red ignition button.
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