Chapter 1: My Husband's Fake Death Begins

"Oh my god, someone has jumped into the river!"

"Hurry, help! Call the police!!"

The chaotic voices around me made everything feel surreal.

I looked down to see that I was standing in the water which had reached my knees.

Wait, didn't I drown? How was I back here again?

I couldn't believe I'd been given a second chance at life!

I stared coldly at the figure drifting toward the center of the river.

Dylan Lovell, this time, I won't save you. You can also forget about getting a single cent from me!

I loosened my grip, and the wooden stick I was holding floated downstream.

Pretending to panic, I shouted, "Help! Somebody help! I can't swim! Please, someone save my husband!"

Dylan was struggling in the water, but somehow, he managed to keep his chest above the surface the whole time.

Did he look like someone who was drowning?

On the shore, my in-laws were also calling for help as they urged me to get out of the water.

However, their expressions were calm—far too calm.

That was when it all clicked—I had been so foolish in my past life!

They weren't worried about my safety. They just didn't want me to ruin Dylan's fake death plan.

They knew everything!

I had been so proud of myself for saving my husband's life, only to have that scumbag run off with his first love to start a new life abroad.

A few brave bystanders soon pulled Dylan out of the water.

At the hospital, the doctors were stunned—someone who had supposedly tried to drown himself hadn't swallowed a single drop of water.

My in-laws put on their best act, thanking the heavens for their son's miraculous survival, claiming his life wasn't meant to end so soon.

I suppressed a sneer and pretended to be concerned as I asked the doctor, "My husband is in the late stages of liver cancer. Could this incident have worsened his condition? Should we make him go through a more thorough examination?"

Upon hearing this, my in-laws grew frantic and quickly tried to stop me.

I saw right through them.

The "cancer" was just another excuse for Dylan to fake his death.

I had been so naive in my past life, happily sharing the news of my billion-dollar lottery win with Dylan. I had walked myself right into a trap.

As soon as Dylan was wheeled into a room, a female doctor, different from the one in the emergency room, arrived.

She went straight to Dylan's bedside and hurriedly flipped through his medical chart.

Her behavior was rather suspicious.

When she leaned down and took Dylan's hand, I realized I had seen her after I became a spirit in my past life.

"Mandy, the ER doctor said Dylan's going to be fine," my mother-in-law, Tiffany Lovell, blurted out, confirming my suspicions.

Mandy Spears was Dylan's first love—the one he had dated for six years before they broke up.

"Mom, do you know her?" I asked, catching Tiffany off guard.

She avoided my gaze.

That was when Mandy realized I was in the room too.

Her hand slid up as if she was checking Dylan's pulse, and I nearly laughed out loud.

Wasn't she majoring in modern medicine? Since when did modern doctors check pulses like that?

Phineas Lovell, my father-in-law, tried to maintain his composure and chimed in, "Mandy is in charge of Dylan's case. We know her well."

Mandy, huh? Shouldn't we be calling her Dr. Spears?

Tiffany seized the moment to criticize me, saying I didn't care for Dylan enough. She claimed that it was because of my negligence that Dylan had gotten cancer in the first place.

I quickly put on a guilty expression and agreed with her, "You're right, Mom. So, I've decided to transfer Dylan to the best hospital in Ebonas. We'll even do a liver transplant if necessary."

Everyone's faces changed the moment I said that.

Wasn't Dylan faking cancer?

Well, then, let's start by cutting out his liver and see how long he can keep up this charade!