On a scorching 104-degree day, my husband Finley Reed took our daughter Elise Reed on an outing to the countryside, where both died from heat stroke. Right after Finley’s funeral, Rafael Meyer, a creditor who had long lusted after me, came knocking at my door. Unable to repay the debt, I had no choice but to submit to Rafael to protect my family, becoming his secret mistress. Soon after, Rafael grew tired of me and threw me out like trash. Left with nothing, I wandered the streets, only to unexpectedly see Finley—who should have been dead for years—embracing his lover Lily Nelson. I rushed forward excitedly, desperate for answers, but was struck and killed by the drunk Finley’s car. As I lay dying, I heard Lily’s triumphant mockery: “How pathetic! Your husband is mine now, your daughter has been sold, and your death is probably a relief!” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Finley took Elise on that fatal outing. ***** The phone rang shrilly. From the other end came the trembling voice of Finley’s friend Jared Miller: “Vivian, something terrible has happened! Finley and Elise have heat stroke—their condition is critical!” The exact same scenario as my previous life. Finley, who never particularly enjoyed caring for children, had suddenly seemed inspired that day, volunteering to take Elise to pick peaches at his friend’s Jared Family Farm. Despite my repeated warnings that the consecutive days of 104-degree heat made it unsuitable for outdoor activities, he wouldn’t listen, assuring me nothing would go wrong. Helplessly watching Elise’s excitement, I had no choice but to agree. But before lunchtime even arrived, I received this devastating call. When I reached the scene, Jared told me Elise had been rushed to the hospital, while Finley… I could only see from a distance a figure lying quietly there, covered with a white sheet. As I tried to approach, Jared stopped me, saying Finley’s body was too horrific to look at and he feared it would traumatize me. Later, they told me Elise couldn’t be saved and had passed away. I was devastated and fainted on the spot. When I came to, Finley’s mother Fiona Reed told me she had already handled their funeral arrangements. She held me as we both wept, saying that from now on I would be the pillar of the family and must never collapse. I was moved by Fiona’s thoughtfulness. However, right after Finley’s funeral, the debt collector Rafael couldn’t wait to show up at my door. I had no idea when Finley had accumulated such massive debts, and his accounts were already completely empty. When I tried to sell our house and car to pay the debts, the bank informed me they had long been mortgaged by Finley and would soon be repossessed. Rafael leered at me: “Vivian, you’re all alone now, so I won’t make things too hard for you. If you can’t pay back the money, use yourself to settle the debt. But if you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame me for doing something to Fiona!” To protect Fiona’s safety, I had no choice but to submit to him in desperation. Later, as depression took its toll and I grew increasingly haggard, Rafael became more and more displeased with me. He finally turned on me and threw me out. With nothing left, I could only wander the streets. One night, I saw Finley—who should have been dead for years—laughing and chatting as he got into a luxury car with the jewel-adorned Lily. Shocked beyond belief, I hurried after them, desperate for answers. Finley’s face darkened as he cursed me for being a vengeful spirit that wouldn’t leave him alone. Emboldened by alcohol, he floored the gas pedal and ran me down. As I lay dying, I saw Lily sneer: “How pathetic you are! Your husband is mine now, your daughter has been sold, and your death is probably a relief!” ***** After being deceived for nearly ten years, I finally realized it had all been a premeditated murder! Hearing Jared’s familiar phone call again, I smiled coldly to myself. In this life, I will make him pay with his life for what he did to Elise and me!
“Vivian? Are you listening? If you come now, you might still be able to see Finley one last time.” Seeing that I hadn’t responded for a while, Jared asked tentatively again. “Okay, I’m coming right now.” I put on a devastated expression, gave a few perfunctory responses, and hung up the phone. There was no time to hesitate. I checked my phone. Elise’s smartwatch was still on, and the GPS showed she was near Jared Family Farm and moving at high speed. I immediately called 911. “I suspect someone is trying to kidnap my daughter, Elise Reed. She was most likely taken from Jared Family Farm in the western suburbs. Please help intercept them.” The operator became alert immediately and asked for some personal information about Elise and me. She told me that nearby patrol cars had already been dispatched. Thinking of poor Elise, my heart couldn’t help but ache violently again. I never would have imagined that her biological father and grandmother would sell her for money. This time, I would do everything in my power to save her! I had no time to wallow in grief. I immediately requested leave from work and drove to Jared Family Farm. ***** “Jared, where’s my daughter?” I asked urgently as soon as I saw him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a pained expression, “Vivian, don’t panic. Elise has been taken to the hospital. As for Finley, he’s already gone. I left him here, thinking you’d want to see him one last time.” Following the direction of his finger, I saw a person lying quietly in the small courtyard. With the consecutive days of 104-degree Fahrenheit heat, and Jared Family Farm being mostly low walls and small courtyards with hardly any shade, Finley had really risked his life to deceive me. It was high noon, and the scorching ground could probably cook an egg. I asked, “Are you sure he’s dead?” “When the doctor came to pick up Elise, he checked on Finley too and confirmed he was dead. We’re just waiting for the death certificate.” Jared made up lies as he spoke, but his eyes kept watching my every move. “Just take a quick look at Finley from a distance. Don’t get too close—it’s really disturbing, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.” Sure enough, exactly like in my previous life, Jared only let me take a quick glance before hurriedly blocking me, afraid I might actually examine Finley’s “corpse.” But this time, I was no longer that grief-stricken, powerless woman. I suddenly pushed Jared aside and rushed to Finley’s “corpse” in a few steps. I’d been practicing boxing and had strong arms. This push caught the frail Jared off guard for a moment, then he panicked and rushed over to pull me back. I immediately pulled out a fruit knife I’d prepared from my bag. I shouted loudly, “Is there something fishy about Finley’s death? Otherwise, why would you stop me from getting close to his body?” Jared clearly hadn’t expected this reaction from me and was so frightened that he immediately stopped in his tracks. He stammered, “Vivian, calm down! Finley and I have been friends for years—how could I possibly harm him?” I asked, “Then why didn’t you take him to the hospital, and why won’t you let me near his body?” I sneered coldly, putting on an act of being driven mad by grief, standing guard by Finley’s body and not letting Jared approach. At the same time, I gently lifted a corner of the white sheet with my other hand. Finley’s eyes were tightly closed, motionless, but his face was covered in sweat. After confirming it was really him, I felt slightly relieved and thoughtfully covered him back up with the sheet. While pretending to cry in anguish, I waved the knife and shouted, “I’ve already called the police! Until the police and relevant personnel arrive, I won’t allow anyone to get near Finley!”
This 104-degree weather was absolutely sweltering. After standing outside for just a while, I was already struggling with the heat. But compared to me, Finley lying on the scorching ground covered with a white cloth was obviously having a much harder time. Jared said anxiously, “Vivian, this weather is just too hot. Don’t get heatstroke. Come inside and sit down, I’ll get you some water.” He kept wiping sweat, his brow furrowed, his eyes occasionally glancing at Finley on the ground, looking like he was about to cry from distress. I said, “No need, I brought my own water.” While staying alert, I pulled out my own ice water from my bag and took a couple of gulps. I was afraid Jared might drug the water. I wouldn’t dare consume anything from this place. I could feel Finley beside me move slightly—he was probably struggling with the high temperature of the ground. But he didn’t dare make any sudden moves. If he exposed himself now, all his subsequent plans would fall apart, and even the matter of kidnapping Elise couldn’t be resolved. Finley wanted to play dead? Then I’d let him die completely! Jared said, “I swear on my life! I’m just a small shop owner running a family farm—how could I possibly harm anyone? In this hot weather, Finley just unfortunately got heat stroke.” I sneered, “You know it’s hot? Then why did you let him take the child to pick peaches? You’re the owner—when customers get hurt, you’re responsible.” I gripped the knife in my hand tightly, continuing to press the issue relentlessly. Jared was both anxious and hot, his clothes already soaked with sweat. Seeing my firm attitude, he finally dropped his facade and began threatening me: “Vivian, I advise you to stop making trouble! I was able to get this land to open this family farm because I have some connections. If you don’t back down, watch out—I’ll make you pay.” In my previous life, Rafael’s threats were far more terrifying than this. This Jared in front of me really couldn’t scare me. “Where’s the deceased? Let me see him right now!” Just as we were at a standstill, an urgent female voice suddenly came from the courtyard gate. My expression changed instantly. I knew this voice all too well. It was Lily, the one who had mocked me coldly even as I was dying. She was wearing a white coat, carrying a medical bag as she hurried in. I looked carefully—it was definitely her. But she looked much younger now. It seemed Finley hadn’t met her later on—she had been part of all this from the beginning. She frowned and scolded me: “Are you a family member? Move aside right now. If you keep making trouble like this, your husband really will be beyond help.” It looked like Jared couldn’t handle me, so he called her to pose as a doctor. I sneered coldly, still pointing the knife at her: “Didn’t a doctor already come? I think you’re all in this together, trying to destroy the scene and cover up evidence.” Seeing that I still wouldn’t leave Finley’s side, Jared and Lily exchanged glances. I immediately became alert. Lily suddenly opened her medical bag and pulled out a gun-like device. I recognized it—that was a veterinary tranquilizer gun! Jared’s family farm often had wild animals, and I’d heard wild boars had even broken in before. This tranquilizer gun must be what he prepared to defend against wild beasts. It seemed Lily had come prepared. She said, “Since you’re so stubborn, don’t blame me!” With that, she aimed the tranquilizer gun at me and fired a dart. But this little move was nothing to someone like me who regularly practiced boxing. I dodged to the side, and the dart flew past me, hitting Finley lying on the ground instead. I seemed to hear Finley let out an extremely faint groan. “Finley!” Lily cried out, her face instantly turning pale. “See! You do know each other! And you lied about being a doctor. I think you’re all conspiring together to commit murder for money!” I shouted while holding Finley, taking the opportunity to push the tranquilizer dart deeper. “They’re here!” Suddenly, Jared, who had been standing nearby, brightened up and rushed to the door to help someone in. “Where’s my poor son? Let me see him!” Fiona shouted.
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