My Wife Paid for My Death

"Honey, let me handle the medical bills. Go. Work is important. Don't worry about us."

My wife, Mara Miller, held the bank card with eight million dollars inside tightly. She might have sounded gentle and understanding, but her eyes were gleaming with triumph and excitement.

In my previous life, I had trusted her completely. I did not expect her to take the money needed to save our son, Jayden Lowe, to conspire with my colleague, Ian Staffer, and frame me for embezzling company funds.

I was then sentenced to ten years in jail, and Jayden died in the hospital, receiving no treatment.

Even my parents died of heart attacks one after the other. Their bodies were left on the streets with no one to help.

When I was given another chance at life, hatred was raging in me. I wanted to tear that vicious woman into pieces with my bare hands.

However, that would only land me in jail once more. It was not worth it. I was going to use a different way to make Mara and Ian pay the price.

I gripped her wrist tightly and said with a strong hint, "Thank you for dealing with the hospital. This is the money needed to save Jayden. Don't wire it to the wrong account."

After all, in the previous life, Mara did not wire the money to the hospital’s bank account, but instead to Ian's other account.

Mara's eyes had a pang of uneasiness in them. She said shiftily, "Don't worry. I won't be that careless."

I replied with a smile, "Alright, then."

I turned around, and my smile instantly vanished. Exiting the hospital, I sneered and called the police.

"Hi, I would like to report a financial crime. Two minutes ago, I was scammed out of eight million dollars. Please help me find the people who took my money!"

"What? Eight million dollars?"

The police officer became serious and immediately opened a case when they heard the amount of money.

They added, "Since the money has just been transferred, you're lucky you called the police in time. We'll surely help you get your money back. If you have any clues, please come to us again."

I said anxiously, "Alright, thank you. That money is needed for my son's surgery. Please help me!"

After hanging up, I smiled.

I was not worried that they would not be able to get to the bottom of it, because the money would soon be returned to my account.

That was what Mara and Ian did to frame me in the previous life. However, in my new life, I was going to let them have a taste of their own medicine.