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The Mystery of My Wife's (Faked) Death
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In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.
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The flood of online comments poured in relentlessly, one after another, their venom unmistakable even through the screen. [And those vile in-laws—have old people always been this wicked, or is this a new development?][Even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs! That woman is a disgrace to the sacred name of 'mother'—her death is far too lenient!][Curse this entire family to reincarnate as beasts in their next lives!] Reading these vitriolic words, I couldn't help but recall the past life where the tide of public outrage had turned against me instead. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. To let Clara escape so easily through death—how laughably merciful I was. No, she didn't deserve such a simple end. She should have lived on. Only by staying alive could she taste the full extent of the anguish and despair I had endured in my previous life. As for Simon, his punishment for "intentional framing" resulted in a five-year prison sentence. While that was only a third of the suffering I had
The Mystery of My Wife's (Faked) Death Chapter 8
"It's easy for him to make baseless accusations. It's not like my poor dead Clara could defend herself at this point," Georgie spat.I chuckled. "Georgie, don't get so worked up just yet. Let's wait until Leslie presents all the evidence. If you still have questions then, feel free to ask." Leslie remained unaffected by the outburst, proceeding methodically to reveal the second piece of evidence: a surveillance recording from the cameras installed in my home. The footage was clear and damning, showing Clara pouring vodka into the bottle of nutritional supplement. As the recording played, the expressions on Simon's and my in-laws' faces grew darker with each passing second. Still clinging to his defiance, Simon gritted his teeth and said, "If it really was Clara, why would she do it so blatantly under surveillance? And why wouldn't she delete the footage afterward? Wasn't she afraid you'd discover it?"I scoffed. "Because she knew I never check the surveillance footage at home.
The Mystery of My Wife's (Faked) Death Chapter 7
"Ben, if you had confessed earlier, perhaps this matter wouldn't have blown up on the internet. In the press conference later, you'd better show some genuine remorse. Who knows? Maybe you'll win a shred of public sympathy," Simon said sarcastically. I didn't respond. I merely observed him with a cold detachment. Inside, though, I was laughing—darkly, bitterly.Last time, in the life I left behind, Clara and Simon had orchestrated the same scheme. They used the internet to ruin me, dragging my name through the mud until I became a pariah. Every whisper of scandal they manufactured clung to me like oil, ensuring my social and professional annihilation. Not content with my public disgrace, they also pressured the courts, leaving me with a harsh prison sentence. Even behind bars, the nightmare continued. Fellow inmates despised me; the guards turned a blind eye to my suffering. By the end, I was hollow, barely human. Not this time. This time, I would make sure the poison they ha
The Mystery of My Wife's (Faked) Death Chapter 6
The police escorted me to have my blood tested. During the wait for the results, my mother-in-law unexpectedly approached me and sat down beside me. Her tone had shed the sharpness of the morning, replaced by an unusual warmth and sincerity. "Ben," she began softly, "listen to me. Before the results come out, confess voluntarily. About Clara and the baby—I know you didn't mean for things to turn out this way." Her voice faltered for a moment before steadying. "Don't worry. As long as you confess, your father-in-law and I will write a letter of forgiveness for you." I turned to look at her, my eyes searching hers. Her plea echoed words she'd spoken in another lifetime—another me, another her, before the results had come back. Back then, I was frantic but steadfast in my refusal to admit to something I hadn't done. I knew I hadn't been drinking and trusted that the test would clear me. This time, my resolve was even stronger. But there was a question gnawing at me now that ha
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I quickly spotted something suspicious. Pointing at the issuing institution on the death certificate, I said calmly, "Simon, the patient passed away in our hospital. The death certificate should have been issued by us. Even if you distrust this hospital, you'd at least need to consult another top-ti
The Mystery of My Wife's (Faked) Death Chapter 3
The pale, lifeless figure of Clara lay on the bed before me, her face ashen and still. My chest tightened involuntarily at the sight. For years, I had treated her like a precious gem, indulging her every whim and desire. Yet, for Simon, she had faked her death and turned her schemes against me wit
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The surge of anger that had erupted within me burned away any restraint. Without thinking, I stormed forward to confront the woman who had single-handedly ruined my life. But instead, I found myself overpowered—pushed into a cement pool by Clara and Simon. The suffocating sensation of cement flood
The Mystery of My Wife's (Faked) Death Chapter 1
"Dr. Kingsley, an emergency case just came in—severe hemorrhage in a pregnant woman. Please head to the operating room immediately." The voice of the on-call nurse jolted me, sending a chill down my spine. I turned to glance at the electronic clock in the hospital corridor. It was the exact time
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