Christmas 1980, my husband Axel Nielsen had just been promoted to Major when he died in the line of duty. I, Maeve Bradley, suffered a miscarriage from the shock and fainted on the spot. By the time I woke up, he had already been buried. I was taken in for questioning, only to learn that Axel’s command error had led to the complete annihilation of his entire squad. Enraged family members stormed into the hospital, beating me until I miscarried. I lost an eye, became lame in one leg, and was saddled with enormous debt. I was thrown out of my home, left to wander the streets, barely surviving on odd jobs and begging. Years later, while selling handmade flowers on the street, I saw Axel—supposedly dead—picking out jewelry for his first love, Elsie Howard. When I confronted him, he kicked me to the ground, calling me despicable and accusing me of trying to seduce him. Elsie also spoke with disgust: “Who knows what filthy disease this beggar has caught. Stay away from us.” The two of them pushed me into the road, where I was crushed to a bloody pulp under the wheels. When I opened my eyes again, I was holding Axel’s corpse, personally nailing him into an iron coffin and sinking him to the bottom of the water, letting him suffocate to death! When I arrived at the hospital, Axel was already covered with a white sheet. “Maeve, you’re still carrying a child. You shouldn’t look.” The man beside me stopped me—he was Axel’s superior and Elsie’s father, Robert Howard. In my previous life, he had used the excuse of protecting me from shock to prevent me from seeing Axel’s body. With an unstable pregnancy and emotional collapse, I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, I was only told that Axel had been buried and the cause of his death. He had just been promoted to Major, but due to a command error, the entire squad he led was wiped out. The victims’ families stormed into the hospital to vent their anger. Unable to find Axel to settle accounts with, they turned their fury on me. They dragged me from my hospital bed, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me to the courtyard, publicly cursing me as a murderer. They broke my leg, blinded one of my eyes, and I lost the baby too. The hospital threw me out. When I returned home, the door was already covered with curses written in red paint. Neighbors pointed and whispered, calling me the wife of a murderer, saying I should have died with Axel. Worse still, I had to pay one million dollars in compensation to the victims’ families. They confiscated all my assets, forcing me to borrow money everywhere, saddling me with massive debt while I could only beg and work odd jobs to pay it back. On the verge of a mental breakdown, I fled home in the middle of the night. Without work or income, I could only huddle under bridges, barely surviving on odd jobs and begging. Later I realized that Axel’s death was a scam they had orchestrated from beginning to end. He wanted to be with Elsie but was afraid of taking responsibility, so he simply faked his death to escape, pushing all the blame onto me. Poor me and those innocent soldiers who died—we all became his stepping stones. At this thought, a chill ran through my heart. I said: “Mr. Howard, please let me see Axel one last time. I failed as a wife, unable to take proper care of him. Now that he’s left us orphaned and widowed, at least let me let the child see his father!” At this moment, the official reprimand regarding Axel hadn’t been issued yet—I still had a chance to save myself. I squeezed out a few tears, my face deathly pale, my lips completely bloodless, looking utterly pitiful. People in the hallway shook their heads and sighed at the sight. “How tragic, she’s still carrying a child and already widowed.” “Yes, they’re husband and wife. Not letting her see him one last time is too heartless.” Robert had always been authoritative in the military and had never seen me plead so desperately. Just then, a figure in a white coat approached—it was Elsie. She affectionately took my arm: “Maeve, don’t look. Don’t frighten the baby!” She wanted to use the child to scare me off, to make me back down. In my previous life, it was precisely these words that made me lose emotional control and faint. But now, far from being afraid, I felt somewhat excited. Axel, you want to die? Then I’ll grant your wish. I forced the corners of my mouth up into a smile more hideous than crying and gently pushed away Elsie’s hand. Going all in, I suddenly yanked away the white sheet covering Axel’s body.
To my shock, beneath the white sheet lay Axel’s body, covered in wounds. Elsie immediately reacted, snatching the sheet from my hands and carefully covering the corpse again, eyeing me warily. “Maeve, what are you doing? Axel is dead—just let him rest in peace!” Her voice was panicked, as if she thought I’d noticed something suspicious. The next second, I threw myself onto Axel’s body, sobbing uncontrollably. “You heartless bastard, how could you bear to leave us behind! “The baby hasn’t even met his father, and you’re already gone! How are we supposed to survive as orphans and widows?” I wept hysterically, crying while pounding on Axel’s body, each blow landing on his wounds. I hadn’t expected him to be so ruthless—willing to hurt himself this badly just for the act. Elsie tried to stop me with concern: “Maeve, don’t do this! Don’t hurt Axel!” I ignored her, quietly observing Axel’s reaction. He remained completely still. Elsie must have done something to him. Robert approached with a cold expression, stepping between Axel and me. “Maeve, I know you’re grieving, but Axel died in the line of duty. What you’re doing is disrespectful to him!” He spoke with righteous indignation, as if he were truly a man of justice. Watching him, I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. Elsie said, “You should go back and rest. Your body can’t handle any more stress right now. We’ll take care of Axel’s funeral arrangements.” I rolled my eyes internally while maintaining a grief-stricken expression. I walked over to the nearby phone and dialed the crematorium. “This is the military hospital. We have a body that needs cremation. Please send someone over as soon as possible.” Upon hearing this, Elsie cried out in alarm: “What did you say? You want to cremate Axel?” Robert’s face darkened too. “Maeve, are you overwhelmed by grief? Axel is a hero—instead of giving him a proper burial, you want to cremate him?” I sighed, my voice sorrowful yet righteously determined. “Of course I care about him. Precisely because he gave his life for our country, I want to respond to national policy and have Axel cremated, setting an example for others.” Soon after, the crematorium staff arrived. I immediately went to meet them. “I’m the deceased’s family member. My husband just passed away, and I’m pregnant, so it’s really inconvenient for me. I hope we can complete the cremation procedures quickly.” The worker pulled out a registration book. I had already prepared all the necessary documents and handed them over in one go, leaving Elsie and Robert anxiously standing aside. Elsie said, “Please reconsider. Axel was always traditional—I’m sure he wouldn’t want to be cremated.” I gave her a meaningful look. “Axel is just your father’s subordinate. How do you seem to know him better than I do?” Elsie was momentarily speechless, and both of them were at a loss for what to do. I signed the cremation consent form without hesitation. Just as the workers were about to take the body away, a deep voice rang out. “I’d like to see who dares touch my son!” Elsie immediately gained confidence—it was Axel’s father, Wyatt Nielsen. Elsie quickly said, “Mr. Nielsen, please save Axel!” Wyatt glanced at Axel on the bed, breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at me viciously. “You poisonous woman! It wasn’t enough to kill my son—now you want to cremate him too!” He waved his cane, driving away the crematorium staff. “You people, doing such unconscionable things—aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?” Though the workers were displeased, they didn’t dare conflict with an elderly man and left angrily. I didn’t try to stop them. Because I never intended to actually cremate him. I wanted him to experience a more painful death, never to find peace in eternity.
The funeral home staff were all professionals—they’d discover someone was still alive the moment they examined the body, and that would spell trouble. Wyatt put on his patriarchal act, pointing his finger right at my nose as he exploded: “You heartless woman! Your husband is dead, and instead of giving him a proper burial, you want to leave him without a complete corpse. What the hell are you thinking?” I lowered my head, wiping away tears pitifully: “You’ve misunderstood me. I’m just following national policy.” Seeing me talk back only made him angrier. He raised his voice to a shout: “What are you pretending for? If you’re so noble, why don’t you burn yourself to death? Everyone come look at this shameless woman who wants to cremate her own husband—is she planning to burn me to ashes too?” The three of them blocked my path tightly, looking like they had everything under control. Robert said, “Maeve, you must be exhausted. You should go home and rest.” Elsie chimed in: “Exactly, Maeve. We’ve got this covered, and if you’re worried, Mr. Wyatt Nielsen is here too!” They clearly wanted to get rid of me so they could tamper with Axel’s “corpse.” Suddenly, several people in military uniforms walked through the hospital entrance. They saluted Robert first, then said in an official tone: “We’ve received a report that Axel was negligent in his duties, causing serious negligence. Please cooperate with our investigation.” Seeing their stunned expressions, I couldn’t help but smirk. In my previous life, they deliberately pinned the blame on me, making my life a living hell. I was simply doing what they had done, just ahead of schedule. Robert tried to stay composed, attempting one last struggle using his position. But these people carried an inspection warrant signed by Colonel Caleb Watson, and even Robert had no choice but to comply. The leader glanced at the warrant: “We need Axel’s family members to come along and cooperate with the investigation as well.” Wyatt immediately pushed me forward: “I’m just an old man on death’s door—I’m not going. She’s Axel’s wife, so let her handle whatever needs handling!” I let tears fall pitifully: “I know you don’t like me, but I’m pregnant right now and can’t handle this kind of stress.” The man looked at my belly, then turned to the red-faced Wyatt and took him away without another word. Elsie could only worry helplessly: “Maeve, you’re not going to send Axel for cremation again, are you?” I shook my head: “Of course not! Wyatt would scold me if he found out.” Only then did Elsie nod with relief: “That’s right. I’ll go make arrangements right away to get Axel buried as soon as possible.” She was actually afraid that if the “corpse” stayed out too long, Axel wouldn’t be able to hold on. I pretended to agree, nodding: “Alright, thank you so much.” The moment Elsie left, the people I’d called arrived. They efficiently lifted Axel onto the vehicle, and I climbed in after them: “Let’s go.” I looked at Axel lying on the stretcher, my heart racing with excitement. He used to care for me so tenderly, personally driving me to and from work. Even when he had to leave for the base before dawn, he’d still prepare breakfast for me. He’d even made a will in front of me, saying that if anything happened to him, all his assets would go to me. It was his thoughtfulness that moved me to accept his marriage proposal. But I never imagined that those gentle memories that once made my heart flutter would now feel like poison when I recalled them. It turned out everything he did was to make me lower my guard, to trust him completely, and step by step walk into the trap he’d set with his own hands. Suddenly, Axel’s fingers twitched. His eyelids trembled slightly—a sign he was about to wake up.
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