Chapter 1

At this moment, my wife Wendy stood beside me with red eyes. She comforted me, saying, “I am sorry for your loss. I didn’t expect that Wendy would…”

As I watched Stacy’s body being pushed in, I forced down my grief and pretended that Stacy’s body was in fact my wife’s.

Stacy’s face was pale, with no sign of life left.

She and Wendy were twins, and no one noticed that Wendy had secretly switched identities with her.

I wiped my tears and said calmly, “Arrange the cremation. Let Wendy leave with dignity.”

Wendy immediately agreed. She looked even more anxious than I was.

She started pushing the body toward the cremation chamber.

Right then, the crescent-shaped birthmark on her left arm was exposed.

In my previous life, that birthmark was how I recognized her.

This time, I pretended not to see it.

In my previous life, Wendy and Stacy had gone out of town to inspect a new project.

On the way back, Stacy got into a car accident and died on the spot.

Wendy chose to live as her, because she could not bear to let Eric, Stacy’s husband, live alone.

No outsider could tell she was impersonating Stacy.

However, I was her husband. We lived together for years. How could I not recognize my own wife?

I demanded to know why she did this. I wanted to know why she abandoned our son and me.

Wendy showed no emotion and pushed me away coldly.

“I know you miss my sister, but you cannot mistake me for her just because you miss her too much.”

Eric pointed at me and cursed, “You lunatic. Your wife just died, and you’re already trying to seduce her sister. Shameless.”

I could not believe it and kept asking for the truth.

They pushed me to the ground together.

My son, Ken, sobbed and asked her, “Mom, why do you not want Dad and me anymore?”

Wendy claimed that Ken was acting on my orders. Without hesitation, she locked him in the basement for three days and three nights until he starved to death.

My mother-in-law cursed at me, saying, “You bring disaster. You are the one who killed my daughter.”

Later, Wendy escalated things and directly accused me of having improper intentions toward her.

After it began trending online, I suffered overwhelming harassment.

In the end, on a cold winter day, an overzealous netizen stabbed me to death in an alley.

When I thought about all this, the rage inside me almost swallowed me whole.

I wished I could kill every one of them.

As I watched Wendy eagerly arrange her sister’s cremation, I sneered inwardly.

Since you want to be with Eric so badly, I will grant your wish.

You can be Stacy for the rest of your life.

Wendy handled everything efficiently. The cremation was completed in less than half a day.

A memorial service was held, and many colleagues and business associates attended.

When they saw Wendy’s memorial photo, everyone sighed at how unpredictable life was.

My face looked worn out. I had dark circles under my eyes. The memories from my previous life made me look like a pitiful man who had lost his wife.

Wendy clutched Eric’s arm and said gently, “Eric has not been feeling well lately. The doctor said he needs rest, so we'll leave a little earlier.”

She carefully helped him sit down. Her eyes were full of concern.

I watched coldly. Then, Eric suddenly said, “Leo, it’ll be hard for you to raise Ken alone. That’s just not ideal. Stacy can help.”