My wife was cyberbullied during a live stream and committed suicide by slitting her wrists, unable to bear the humiliation. Before she died, she left a message asking me to avenge her. I endured years of hardship and finally managed to ruin the reputation of the female streamer from back then. As I pushed the female streamer off a high-rise building and was being taken away by the police, I saw my supposedly dead wife step out of a Bentley in the crowd, smiling at me. “Thank you for getting rid of my biggest obstacle.” I was stunned as I looked at the man in the car who bore a resemblance to the female streamer. I realized I had been used. After being locked up, I was subjected to inhumane torture. In just one month, I died from exhaustion. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my wife attempted suicide. I rushed in, bursting through the door, startling Isabella who was about to end her life. The prop knife in her hand only left a shallow scratch on her wrist before she dropped it on the floor. “Isabella, what are you doing?” I tried my best to look shocked as I pulled the panicked Isabella into my arms. My eyes secretly scanned the mini camera on the wall, and a smirk of satisfaction tugged at the corner of my lips. After being reborn to this day, the first thing I did was install this surveillance camera. Isabella in my arms also came to her senses and buried her face in my shoulder, crying her heart out. “Ryan, just let me die. I’ve been cyberbullied for being vain and money-hungry. I don’t have the courage to live anymore.” She lifted her tear-stained face from my embrace, a pitiful expression appearing on that face that used to melt my heart, making it hard for anyone to refuse her. Thinking back to my previous life, I was deceived by her fragile exterior. Back then, there were plenty of rich heirs pursuing her, but she insisted on staying with me. How could she possibly be the vain and greedy woman that Autumn, the female streamer, described? Autumn wasn’t just a well-known online streamer, she was also the heir to the Wilson Group. To avenge Isabella, I quit my high-paying job and endured years of hardship at Wilson Group, finally succeeding in attracting Autumn’s attention. During that time, I used Autumn’s trust in me to secretly bring down the Wilson Group. On the day Autumn and I were to be married, I pushed her off the hotel rooftop. But what I never expected was that when the police were taking me away, I saw Isabella, who should have been dead for years, step out of a familiar Bentley. I immediately recognized the man in the car as Autumn’s brother, Chris. “Thank you for getting rid of my biggest obstacle.” “Now I can marry into the Wilson family and become the young Mrs. Wilson without anyone opposing.” Isabella’s elegant and luxurious appearance dazzled my eyes. Later in the detention center, I was subjected to inhuman abuse and torture. In just one month, I died there under mysterious circumstances. After death, in spirit form, I learned that the mastermind behind it all was actually Isabella. She had bribed people there to silence me. I could never understand why Isabella, if she was so vain, would insist on marrying a poor guy like me. The resentment in my heart was like an endless night, enveloping me and dragging me into a dark, bottomless abyss. Perhaps my obsession was too strong, and I was actually reborn to the day Isabella attempted suicide. Since she wanted to die so badly, I decided to lend her a helping hand.
Having made up my mind, I gently pushed Isabella away. Pretending not to see the prop knife on the floor, I turned and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of warm milk. “Isabella, don’t say such silly things. Here, drink some milk to calm your nerves.” “Don’t worry, I know you better than anyone. I believe in you.” After crying for a while, Isabella’s mouth was dry. Without thinking, she drank the entire glass of milk. After finishing, she used the excuse of being tired to send me out. But what she didn’t know was that I had put a large dose of sleeping pills in the milk. What was about to happen would be beyond her control. I sat in the living room, silently watching the clock on the wall. As time ticked by minute by minute, second by second, the doorbell finally rang as expected. “Ryan, where’s my sister?” The visitor was Isabella’s sister, Megan. As soon as she came in, she slapped me across the face. To ensure the plan could proceed smoothly, I suppressed the anger in my heart and swallowed this bitter pill. I pointed towards the bedroom and followed behind Megan as she entered. As soon as we walked in, we saw Isabella lying motionless on the bed, with a deep, bone-deep wound on her wrist. The bright red bloodstains had soaked the bedding, looking shocking and eerie under the glare of the white light. Megan threw herself onto Isabella, wailing for a while. Noticing my approach, she suddenly stood up and raised her hand, bringing it down hard on my face. Slap! My head was knocked to the side, half of my face burning hot, and my eardrum ringing from the blow. “Useless! You can’t even protect your own wife.” “Ryan, are you even a man? My sister’s life was taken by cyberbullying and public opinion. If you don’t avenge her, I won’t acknowledge you as my brother-in-law!” The emotionally charged Megan cried as she threw a suicide note in my face. I looked down, and sure enough, it was the same as in my previous life. Isabella wanted me to avenge her. “Sis, don’t worry. I will avenge Isabella. But now, let’s take her to the hospital for emergency treatment.” I pinched my thigh hard, squeezing out two tears of sorrow. Pretending to be anxious, I came to the bedside and reached out to check Isabella’s cut, making a show of dialing for an ambulance. Megan was startled and quickly hung up my phone. “I’ve already checked. Isabella has no pulse. According to our hometown customs, we need to dress her in funeral clothes immediately.” She hurriedly pushed me out the door, telling me to go buy a set of funeral clothes right away. At the same time, she craned her neck, blocking my view of Isabella. I could only comply, walking out a couple of steps before turning back. I raised my hand with a confused look, “Sis, what’s this thing on my hand?” “Huh? Let me see.” Megan didn’t expect me to suddenly turn back, and a flash of panic quickly crossed her eyes. She frowned and tore off a strangely colored tape from my hand. Her uneasy eyes darted around, and her expression became increasingly uncomfortable. It looked a bit like… I suspiciously peeked into the room and widened my eyes, “Sis, am I seeing things? The cut on Isabella’s wrist seems to have disappeared.” Reminded by me, Megan’s face turned pale, and she instinctively closed the door. “You, you’re seeing things. Don’t waste time, go buy the funeral clothes quickly.” Hearing her panicked voice coming through the door crack, I smirked and responded, turning to leave. After leaving, I followed Megan’s instructions and bought a set of funeral clothes from a funeral home. But I didn’t rush back. Instead, I found a bubble tea shop, sipping on a drink while opening the surveillance camera feed on my phone. In the surveillance feed, Megan patted Isabella, trying to wake her up. But Isabella showed no response. Frustrated, Megan cursed under her breath, picked up the prop knife from the floor, and forcefully cut Isabella’s wrist. A deep wound immediately appeared on her fair wrist, blood flowing from the cut and dripping onto the floor, forming a small pool of blood. “Does it have to be this realistic? It looks just like the real thing.” Megan was shocked by the scene before her. She stood there, holding the prop knife, not knowing what to do. Seeing that it was about right, I quickly brought the funeral clothes back. “Sis, why is there so much blood?” “It seems Isabella really can’t be saved.” I pointed at the pool of blood on the floor in horror, catching a glimpse of Isabella on the bed. Her face was pale, her brows furrowed, as if she was showing signs of waking up. In the heat of the moment, I didn’t wait for Megan to explain and started helping Isabella change into the funeral clothes. As I changed her, I cried, even pressing hard on Isabella’s wound, making her bleed faster. “This, how would I know? Look at you, your rough hands are pressing on Isabella’s wound.” “Forget it, you’re too emotional. Let me do it.” With that, Megan unceremoniously pushed me out. She closed the door, not letting me in, saying she was worried I would have an emotional breakdown. In fact, I knew she was afraid the fake wound on Isabella’s wrist would be exposed. Too bad, before I left, I had already replaced the prop knife with a real one. I have to say, Megan was just all breasts and no brains. Stupid! I leaned against the door, listening to the movements inside. Hearing that she had finished changing clothes and was about to open the door, I quickly moved away and pretended to make a phone call. “Hello, is this the funeral home? My wife has passed away. Can you send someone to take her away?”
As soon as Megan came out, she heard this and immediately panicked. She snatched my phone away and scolded, “According to our hometown customs, Isabella’s body needs to be buried.” “Besides, even though Isabella is your wife, the fact is you failed to protect her. You don’t have the right to make decisions about her funeral arrangements.” She suddenly became assertive, calling to arrange a hearse, willing to pay thousands more in transport fees rather than let Isabella be taken by the crematorium. “Sis, what era are we living in? Our hometown is so far from here, the body will start to decompose before we get there.” Knowing I was in the wrong, I lowered my head and tried to negotiate with Megan. But she ignored me completely, sitting alone in the living room informing relatives back home about the death. Taking advantage of this moment, I quietly opened the surveillance feed and saw a horrifying scene. Isabella had woken up in the room. She dragged her weak body, trying to turn the doorknob, but due to excessive blood loss, she collapsed on the floor before she could reach it, unable to get up again. Lying on the floor, barely clinging to life, she struggled to open her phone. My heart was in my throat. If she contacted Megan at this moment, wouldn’t my entire plan be ruined? Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. Isabella operated her phone for a few moments before passing out from exhaustion. By now, I was already sweating profusely with anxiety. After some hesitation, I decided to make the first move. “Sis, I hear something from the room. Could it be that Isabella isn’t dead?” I rushed into the room in one swift move, quickly pocketing Isabella’s phone. Megan hurriedly hung up the phone and followed closely behind. Looking flustered, she forcefully pushed me aside from behind. “Sis, why is Isabella lying on the floor? Could it be that she’s not dead and was trying to call for help?” I excitedly grabbed Megan, looking at her with hopeful eyes. Megan was stunned by this bizarre scene. After a moment of bewilderment, her eyes darted around as she casually said, “What nonsense are you talking about? I put her on the floor earlier to make it easier to change her clothes.” “Oh, my poor sister!” Perhaps realizing that she hadn’t managed her expression well, Megan immediately put on a grief-stricken face and threw herself onto Isabella’s body, crying her eyes out. It wasn’t until the hearse arrived that she got up from Isabella’s body. The hearse drove to a construction section ahead, where the road was blocked and they couldn’t proceed. We asked the construction team and were told the road would be closed for two days. “Sis, let’s cremate her after all. This is the only road to the highway. If we wait for two days, the body will start to decompose.” I smiled gratefully at the foreman, my old classmate. Turning back to the car, I discussed with Megan. Hearing that the body might decompose, the driver quickly refunded our money and kicked us out of the car. Megan looked uncomfortable but insisted on carrying Isabella over the construction site herself. The crucial point was that she wouldn’t let me help, insisting on doing it alone. My old classmate had piled up the road section into a small mountain of steel pipes in advance. Megan, being a woman, didn’t have enough strength and fell several times, causing Isabella on her back to fall off. The back of Isabella’s head hit the steel pipes hard, bleeding profusely. “Miss, can a corpse still bleed?” A worker raised doubts, his eyes full of suspicion as he looked at Megan. But Megan was now drenched in sweat, afraid they would discover Isabella was faking. She recklessly dragged Isabella across, stumbling and falling all the way. The sound of the back of her head hitting the steel bars made my heart tremble. “Sis, Isabella can still bleed so much. Could it be that she’s not dead?” “Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital for emergency treatment?” I deliberately shouted loudly in front of the workers. This irritated the already anxious Megan, causing her to lose her patience. She turned back and yelled at me, “I said she’s dead, so she’s dead! Can’t you understand?” The atmosphere became extremely tense. I stopped talking. When we reached the burial pit, Isabella’s face had turned unusually pale. I knew her time was running out. Megan also noticed her abnormal complexion and started to feel uneasy. But because I was present, she still insisted on having relatives bury Isabella. However, an unexpected event occurred at this moment. Several luxury cars suddenly stopped around the burial pit, and someone I never expected stepped out. “Stop!”
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