After the plane crash, I refused the last life jacket that my husband Anthony Peterson’s brother Nicholas Peterson, who was the captain, handed to me, and then plummeted straight down from 330 feet. This was because in my previous life, I had accepted the life jacket Nicholas offered me and survived, but Nicholas died tragically in the crash. After Nicholas’s tragic death, I felt extremely guilty. Anthony proposed taking care of Nicholas’s wife Zoey Peterson and their son Jack Peterson, and I was forced to agree due to my guilt. Even my only chance to be promoted to department head at the hospital, I gave up to Zoey at Anthony’s request. Until my seventieth Christmas, I actually saw Nicholas, who was supposed to be dead, appear before me. He said to Anthony: “Anthony, thank goodness you came up with this fake death plan back then. Otherwise, after the plane crash, as the captain who caused the death of a whole plane full of people because of drinking, I would definitely face serious consequences and spend my whole life in prison. “It’s just that we’ve wronged Cora. She’s been deceived by us her entire life.” Cora Kelly is my real name. After hearing Nicholas’s words, I, who had endured everything my whole life, was so angry that I coughed up blood. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the plane crash. Nicholas said: “Cora, this is the last life jacket on the plane. Put it on quickly.” Looking at the life jacket Nicholas handed me, I felt terrified. Seeing that I didn’t take it, he showed an anxious expression. Then he urged again: “Cora, the plane is about to crash. Put on the life jacket quickly. “If something happens to you, how am I going to explain this to Anthony?” In my previous life, it was because I accepted his life jacket that I lived my entire life in guilt, and finally died of anger after learning the truth. In this life, I didn’t make the same mistake and firmly refused his offer. After I pushed Nicholas away, the plane plummeted rapidly. Amid screams and piercing wind, the plane crashed into the sea, and I lost consciousness from the tremendous impact. When I woke up again, I was already in a hospital room, wrapped in bandages all over my body, with only one arm able to move. Only then did I realize I had broken many bones, but fortunately, I had survived. Seeing me awake, Anthony excitedly shouted: “Cora, you’ve been unconscious for three days and nights. You’re finally awake. You nearly scared me to death.” Then, tears poured from his red, swollen eyes as he cried in great sorrow: “But Nicholas wasn’t so lucky. We still haven’t found any trace of him. I guess he must be dead.” I was stunned, thinking: “Nicholas is dead? I clearly didn’t accept his life jacket. How could he die in this life?” However, whether he was dead or alive this time, his family couldn’t blame me anymore, and I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about this for decades. Just as I was thinking this, I saw Anthony suddenly sit by my hospital bed, crying as he said: “Cora, Nicholas probably won’t be coming back this time. “But Zoey is so young to lose her husband, and she still has to raise two-year-old Jack. “So, Cora, considering that Nicholas gave you the last life jacket during the plane crash, please let Zoey bring Jack to live with us from now on.” I was stunned for a moment and raised an eyebrow. I asked: “How do you know about him giving me the life jacket on the plane?” In my previous life, Anthony used my guilt to force me to give in again and again. Hearing my words, Anthony froze for a moment, his expression becoming somewhat unnatural as he hesitantly said: “I heard it from the surviving passengers on the plane. “Besides, I know Nicholas very well. In a life-or-death situation, he definitely wouldn’t abandon you. “So we can’t abandon them either. Right?”
We’ve been married for eight years, so I saw right through his lie, but I didn’t call him out on it. Thinking about my tragic past life, I let out a bitter laugh. Anthony thought I was unwilling, and his expression darkened. He said with displeasure, “Cora, don’t you have any conscience? Even though Nicholas’s death isn’t directly related to you, considering he gave you his last life jacket, you shouldn’t be so heartless.” I laughed until tears came, then looked at him coldly. I said, “Anthony, Nicholas’s body still hasn’t been found. How can you be so certain he’s already dead? “You’re so eager to declare him dead—are you trying to fake his death so he can escape responsibility for the dozens of lives lost in that plane crash caused by his drinking?” The moment I finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain across my face. Anthony stood up and slapped me hard. He cursed viciously, “Cora, what are you talking about? Nicholas is the pilot. How could he possibly drink? If you dare spout such nonsense again, I’ll teach you a lesson.” I bit my lower lip hard and endured it. If it weren’t for my multiple fractures preventing me from moving, I would have fought back already. I coughed and cleared my throat, then said gently, “Anthony, it’s not that I don’t want to help Zoey, but Nicholas’s body hasn’t been found yet. We need to give Zoey an explanation. “Nicholas is very lucky. I have a feeling he’s still alive.” Anthony’s whole body stiffened, and he unconsciously clenched his fists. He said, “Cora, three days have passed, and we haven’t heard anything about Nicholas. He must be dead. “While you were unconscious, Zoey and I already discussed it. We’ve decided to go to his company tomorrow to process the death certificate. “From now on, I’ll have Zoey and Jack move into our house. We’re going to…” I urgently interrupted him, “Anthony, what do you mean? How can you give up searching for Nicholas so easily? He’s your own brother. “Don’t worry. I have several friends who work in professional search and rescue teams. I’ll have them search for Nicholas with everything they’ve got. “Besides, we must report this to the police and find some influential social media bloggers to help. The more people involved, the better our chances of finding him.” Anthony’s expression kept changing. Then he said with some difficulty, “Cora, this is also Zoey’s opinion. Since she doesn’t want to keep looking for Nicholas, there’s no need for us to waste more manpower and resources, right?” I gently grasped Anthony’s hand with my only movable hand. Then, with red-rimmed eyes, I choked out, “Anthony, you’ve always cared about Nicholas the most. Don’t you hope he’s still alive?” “Of course not. I just…” He became anxious and pulled his hand back, trying to explain. I pretended to comfort him with concern, “Anthony, let’s not rush to conclusions. Let’s wait until the search team and police give us their results, okay? “After all, Nicholas is the pilot. To avoid unnecessary controversy, the airline won’t be so quick to declare him dead.” Hearing this, Anthony had no choice but to agree. He said, “Fine. But we absolutely cannot report this to the police, and we can’t contact social media bloggers either. “We don’t need to find a search team either. That would be too troublesome. Let’s just wait for the police to give us their final search results.”
After Anthony stayed with me in the hospital room until my IV drip was finished, he left. In this life, I didn’t immediately agree to let Zoey and Jack move into our house like I had in my previous life. I knew Anthony must have gone to notify Nicholas and discuss countermeasures with his family. After he left, I made two phone calls. Regarding Nicholas’s situation, I wasn’t just going to call the police—I was also going to contact social media influencers with large followings to help increase exposure. As soon as those influencers posted their videos, the story became a hot local topic. Nicholas’s act of giving his life jacket to a passenger as a pilot during a critical moment quickly gained significant attention. Actually, finding Nicholas wouldn’t take three days—three hours would be enough. Before I died in my previous life, I already knew where he was hiding. In this life, he was definitely still hiding in the same place. Upon receiving the news, Anthony rushed back to the hospital. However, as soon as he walked in, he angrily accused me: “Cora, can’t you understand what people are saying? Who told you to take it upon yourself to contact social media influencers? Your thinking is truly malicious—you’re deliberately trying to get Nicholas killed.” His chest heaved with anger, and his entire body trembled with rage. I felt immensely satisfied inside, but I didn’t show it on my face. I pretended not to understand and asked: “Anthony, what are you talking about? I did this to get more people to join the search for Nicholas. I had good intentions. Why do I get the feeling you’re particularly afraid of Nicholas being found? Do you want Zoey to lose her husband and their child to lose his father? Or do you have inappropriate feelings for Zoey and want to use this opportunity to actually take care of both of us women at the same time?” Anthony’s face turned terrible, and in extreme anger, he cursed: “Cora, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I’ll really divorce you!” For the past eight years, whenever he got angry, he would threaten divorce to force me to apologize and submit to him. But this time I wouldn’t compromise anymore—I already planned to divorce him anyway. I dropped the expression from my face and looked at him calmly, saying: “Fine, then let’s get divorced.” Anthony hadn’t expected me to say that. He opened his mouth in surprise, staring at me in disbelief. Before he could say anything, my phone rang. I answered with one hand and put it on speaker. The person on the other end said: “Ms. Kelly, I have good news for you. We’ve located Mr. Peterson. We’re about to go find him right now.” I replied: “That’s wonderful news. I’ll have our family members meet up with you right away.” After hanging up, I sent the location to Anthony. I said: “What are you standing there for? Are you so happy you’re stunned? Hurry up and go bring Nicholas back.” Anthony’s face darkened, and he pressed his lips tightly together. Without saying a word, he turned and left anxiously. I sneered inwardly. He was so rushed because he had to reach Nicholas’s hiding place before the search and rescue team. Sure enough, when Anthony returned to the hospital that evening, he looked heavy-hearted and said sadly: “We found Nicholas, but he’s already…” He shed a few tears at just the right moment, his eyes reddening as he continued: “Cora, I won’t be able to stay at the hospital with you for the next few days. I’ve already hired a caregiver for you. I’m going back to our hometown first thing tomorrow morning to bury Nicholas.” I frowned and forced a trace of sadness into my expression, saying: “But our country now advocates cremation. Especially for families like yours with public positions—how can you set an example by doing something that goes against the country’s wishes?” However, Anthony insisted on burial, saying it was the hometown custom. Anthony said: “Cora, as long as no one reports it, we won’t have any problems. Besides, would anyone really deliberately cause trouble for a dead person? No one could do something so shameless.” Anthony set out before dawn the next day. But before he could bury Nicholas, the police arrived. He had no choice but to angrily drag the death-faking Nicholas to the funeral home. On the day of cremation, I insisted on being there to see Nicholas one last time. Anthony wouldn’t let me come along, saying sternly, “Cora, you’re still hospitalized. Why do you have to go? Even if you want to make a scene, there’s a time and place for everything.” Just like in my previous life, I used the same moral argument to constrain Anthony. I said, “Nicholas gave me his life jacket at that critical moment between life and death. Can’t I at least see him one last time?” Anthony was left speechless and had to agree. In the funeral home lobby, all the Peterson family members had gathered. They exchanged glances with each other, then Anthony tried to send me back. Anthony said, “Cora, Nicholas has already felt your sentiment. You’re still injured, so you should head back early.” I frowned, unhappy, and said, “How can that be? I haven’t seen Nicholas one last time yet. Which refrigerated casket is he in now?” As soon as I finished speaking, Anthony’s expression changed. He said, “I told you he’s already received your sentiment. You need to get back to the hospital right now. Once I get busy, I won’t have time to look after a patient like you.” I got anxious too and said loudly, “Anthony, what do you mean by that? Why are you stopping me from seeing Nicholas one last time? Don’t tell me he’s not even in a refrigerated casket? Are you still planning to secretly transport him away for a burial?” People around us all looked over, and even the funeral home staff heard the commotion. Anthony stared at me with fierce eyes, and after a while, he said coldly, “Fine, I’ll take you to see him.” He waited for quite a while, and only after receiving a phone call did he wheel me to the innermost refrigerated casket. Looking at Nicholas in the casket with his lips frozen purple, I almost burst out laughing. Anthony said, “Cora, now that you’ve seen him, can we go?” I nodded, and Anthony couldn’t wait to get me out of there. At that moment, several police officers walked over and stood in front of the Peterson family members, saying, “We received a report that someone was planning to secretly remove a body. So please cooperate with our work and complete the cremation process properly under our supervision.” Anthony’s face went pale, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone to call someone. But it was already too late. Before he could finish his call, I saw the display board showing that Nicholas was next to be cremated. The Peterson family members standing in the glass observation area were all extremely anxious, and Anthony was so frantic he wanted to rush in directly. He shouted, “Wait! You can’t cremate him.” But there was no time left. The next second, Nicholas was pushed into the cremation furnace. At the same time, a scene appeared in the cremation furnace that shocked everyone present.
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