Whoo-hoo! My Husband Got Blown Up!

"Honey, no matter how important your business is, please take good care of your health."

Samuel was gentle and considerate as usual. He placed the tonic on my desk.

Although his voice was gentle, a chill came creeping over me.

When I had a car accident five years ago, Samuel passed by, saved me in time, and sent me to the hospital.

Then we fell in love and got married. He took good care of me, and others were jealous that I had such a perfect husband.

But all of this was an illusion.

In my previous life, my bestie, Turi Landon, played Samuel's recording at the site. In it, he accused me of gambling and forcing him to pay off my debts.

Until that moment, I had no idea Samuel harbored a grudge against me. After all, he had always been a gentle and caring husband, and I lived with him day and night without ever suspecting his true feelings.

"Honey, why are you absent-minded today?"

Samuel's concerned voice pulled me back to the present.

He had changed his clothes and was about to leave.

He was my closest person once. When I looked at him, my heart uncontrollably beat violently.

It's today.

On this day in my previous life, Samuel said goodbye to me and worked overtime in the studio. Soon, an explosion occurred.

When I arrived at the site, I even couldn't find his body—only a pile of scorched ashes remained.

Holding his ashes at that time, I nearly broke down.

However, in public, my bestie, Turi, accused me of killing my husband to seize the family property. She said I was heartless.

Turi said that my husband had asked for help from her before he died. She said I had cheated on him many times and had amassed a mountain of gambling debts. He wanted a divorce, but I had threatened to kill him.

When I panicked and explained, my mother arrived.

I was relieved and collapsed in tears, thinking I could count on my mother's support. She had always loved me.

To my surprise, she accused me publicly, "Samuel treated you well. How could you have had the heart to kill him?

"I told you many times. Now that you got married, you should be loyal to your husband. But you stole his wage card for gambling and took men home every day!

"Even if you had no feelings for him, you couldn't be so villainous!

"You wouldn't lose much even if you divorced him and gave him half the family property. You were blinded by money and forced him to die!"

My mother's words were filled with bitter hatred.

She described me as a lecherous and ruthless woman.

My explanations crumbled under the weight of accusations from my bestie, my husband, and my mother.

I was drowned in curses. When the police arrived, I thought I had finally found hope.