I had a miserable death.

In the pharmacy, a madman rushed in and slit my neck. I bled to death.

My wife, Nicole Phillips, came to the morgue and left after only a minute, without tears or sadness, as if it was a wild dog that had died.

Nicole and I had been married for three years and had never had a quarrel. In the eyes of people around us, we were a couple who respected each other.

But they didn't know that Nicole and I hadn't had any physical contact for three years.

She was deeply in love with her ex-boyfriend, Scott Clark, who had cancer, and she married me only out of necessity.

I never thought that God would give me a chance to be reborn...

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"Victor, I can't come. Scott has to have chemotherapy today. As you know, chemotherapy is very painful and requires someone to accompany him. Can you help me explain to my dad? Thank you." On the phone, Nicole was very anxious.

I had just recovered from my rebirth when she called me. The situation was exactly the same as in my previous life.

We had originally agreed to go to her father's house for dinner.

According to the plot of the previous life, I would agree and help her continue to keep it secret.

But after being reborn, I didn't want to do the same thing.

I wanted to live for myself.

I said, "Nicole, I don't want to lie for you anymore. You should explain to your father yourself. Besides, you've been cheating for so long. I'm really tired of it. Let's get a divorce."

"Victor, don't be ridiculous. Wait until I come back."

I said, "I'm serious. What I said was from the bottom of my heart. Scott's condition is so serious. He needs you more than I do. I sincerely wish you both the best." I hung up the phone without waiting for her to speak.

The chirping of cicadas outside brought back my memories.

Nicole and Scott met in a cake shop. At that time, there was only one cake left, so Scott gave it to Nicole. And they became friends from then on.

Because Scott liked thin women, Nicole, who weighed only 132 pounds, signed up for a weight loss camp. It took her two months to lose weight to 104 pounds.

Her father, Tom Phillips, felt that Scott Clark was not someone he could trust for the rest of his life, so he threatened to commit suicide to force them to break up.

Nicole's mother died of illness when she was 7 years old. It was her father who raised Nicole with great difficulty.

After they broke up, Tom often invited me to his house for dinner, intending to match me up with Nicole.

A year ago, Tom drowned while swimming, and I saved him.

He had always wanted me to be with his daughter since the day I rescued him.

Perhaps out of spite, or perhaps because Nicole was afraid that Tom would do something extreme, she compromised and started dating me.

After dating for two months, we got married.

On our wedding night, after seeing off all our relatives and friends, I went to take a shower happily. During our date, we didn't do anything.

Just when I came out of the shower, I saw her changing into sportswear and getting ready to go out. She said a very good friend of hers was in the hospital. Her friend was from another place and had no one to rely on, so she had to go and take care of her friend.

At that time, I didn't even know Scott existed.

I thought the friend she was talking about was a woman.

When I heard this, I immediately ran into the kitchen, got a few lunch boxes and handed them to her. "You can eat when you are hungry."

She took the lunch boxes. I quickly took out her sneakers and helped her put them on.

With a bang, she slammed the door and left in a hurry without even looking at me.

It was not until after 9 o'clock the next morning that she returned home exhausted. She sat alone on the sofa, looking sad, waiting for me to leave the bedroom.

She said, "My friend has cancer and will need surgery and chemotherapy. I have to accompany her during this period. I hope you can understand."

Even after being reborn, I still remembered her expression clearly.

When she said this, her tears had been falling. Her voice choked, and she seemed to be heartbroken.

She didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt towards me, nor did she feel guilty for abandoning me on our wedding night.

I was still in the dark at the time, so I comforted her, "I understand. Take good care of her in the hospital, and don't worry about the things at home."

When I visited my father-in-law, he asked me why Nicole didn't come with me. I helped to conceal the truth and said that she was on a business trip.

Later, Nicole told me the truth. The person in the hospital was her ex-boyfriend. She assured me that everything between her and Scott was absolutely innocent, and she was just taking care of him as a friend.

I softened my heart and believed it.

At the same time, I was thinking that I should use time to move Nicole.

For the three years of our marriage, I had been keeping the secret from her father for her.

I always tolerated and understood her. I didn't get jealous, and I was sensible, considerate and caring towards her.

She even asked me to buy medicine for Scott. And I went.

It was during that time when I was buying medicine that I was killed by a madman.

In the morgue, her expression was cold.

After being reborn, I decided to help her. I wanted to see if she would be happy after being with Scott.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone.

It was Nicole's call.

"Victor, I sent you the video of Scott's chemotherapy. Have you watched it? After watching it, you will know how much pain Scott is in now. Although he is no longer my boyfriend, our friendship is still there. If there were someone else who could take care of him, he wouldn't have asked me. You want to divorce me just because I take care of him. Aren't you too petty?"

I didn't want to talk nonsense, so I hung up the phone and clicked on the video she sent me.

In the video, Scott was receiving chemotherapy drugs, looking listless and pale. Nicole fed him soup and wiped his sweat, taking care of him meticulously.

I laughed. What did she mean?

Was she expressing Scott's pain at this moment?

Or she was expressing her true feelings for Scott?

When I was sick, she never fed me, let alone wiped my sweat.

In my previous life, I tried my best to understand her, to move her, and I sympathized with Scott's pain from cancer.

It seemed as if I should bear all of it!

It was so unfair!

They didn't understand my pain at all, and they always asked me to do things.

Scott was not my relative or friend, and I had no obligation or responsibility to pay for his misery.

I turned on the computer and drafted the Divorce Agreement.

Then I sent it to Nicole.

[Nicole, I used to love you like a madman without reservation, but you were blind and couldn't see it. I don't know why you're so cold. It's been three years, and I no longer fantasize about moving you. Let's get a divorce. I'm not the one who can make you happy. I'll be more sensible and stop accompanying you. Please take a look at the divorce agreement. If there is no problem, I will print it. We get a divorce as soon as possible.]

Half an hour later, she still didn't reply to me. I guessed she was busy taking care of Scott.

I remembered something very important and immediately drove to my mother's house.

On the way, Nicole called and said she wanted to talk.

"I don't have time to talk to you right now."

She heard me driving and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to my mother's house." Then, I hung up the phone.

My mother was confused to see me and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to your father-in-law's house for dinner? Why are you here?"

"Mom, I miss you." I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears.

In my previous life, my mother had stomach cancer, but she kept it a secret from me because she was afraid it would bring trouble to my wife and me.

When she was in pain, she took painkillers.

Until her deathbed, she held my hand tightly, smiled and told me not to be sad and not to tell Nicole, for fear of delaying Nicole's work.

My mother took out her bank card tremblingly, told me the password, and said that she had deposited some money for Nicole and asked me to buy a car for Nicole.

This was all saved by her frugal life.

My mother didn't want to disturb Nicole and me until her death, and she endured the pain of illness alone.

In contrast, Scott always called Nicole and said that he was going to die.

Scott would post videos of himself lying in a hospital bed, suffering various painful drug treatments, to his Ins, and would add some quotes.

He let his friends pity, sympathize with and admire his strong will.

But the videos were all illusions. In real life, he was lazy and fragile. He asked Nicole for help with washing clothes, cooking, buying daily necessities, and even receiving express deliveries for him.

Scott's neighbors all thought that Nicole and Scott were a couple.

I also thought that they were more like a couple. And I was just a passerby.

"Why are you crying? What happened?" My mother asked, touching my head with concern.

"Nothing." I wiped my tears and said, "I just missed you too much."

My mother smiled, "If you miss me, come and see me more often."

"Yeah!" I nodded heavily.

"I'm going to cook. Just wait for me." My mother tied on an apron and went into the kitchen.

Fast food was on the table.

In order to buy a car for Nicole, my mother herself couldn't bear to eat good food.

Soon, my mother came out with dishes. She would only add more dishes when I, or Nicole and I came together.

We finished dinner.

Despite my mother's objections, I made an appointment with a specialist at the best cancer hospital on my mobile phone.

In my previous life, Nicole told me a lot about what happened to Scott after he got cancer, which gave me a wealth of medical knowledge.

After agreeing with my mother on a time to see the doctor, I left.

As soon as I got in the car, I saw Nicole appear with some fruit.

In the car.

Nicole said she wanted to go upstairs to see my mother, but I said my mother didn't have the energy to entertain her.

She frowned, very unhappy, and wondering why I was so abnormal.

In my previous life, I never mentioned divorce until I died. I was always a good man and let her do whatever she wanted.

"We can talk about what's going on with you." She tried to figure out my psychological change.

"About what? About you marrying me unwillingly? About you not letting me touch you for three years? Or about you still loving your ex-boyfriend?" I said sarcastically.

"When did you become so unreasonable? You weren't like this before." She was surprised.

"People change," I said calmly.

She bit her lip, clenched her palms, and turned her face to the side. Even though I only saw her side face, I could feel her suppressing anger.

In the three years we'd been married, the only time she'd been happy or sad was when she was talking about Scott.

When I told her about my story, she just had a cold face and looked stiff.

Her angry expression was rarely seen in my previous life.

"You make me feel so strange," She said sadly.

I drove to a nearby printing shop, printed out the Divorce Agreement and handed it to her. "Since you haven't replied to me yet, I'll take it as your consent. Let's meet in front of the law firm at 9 a.m. tomorrow."

In this life, I wanted to get rid of Nicole and live a wonderful life. First, I would cure my mother's illness, take her to travel around the country after she was cured, and then find a wife who understands me and have a baby.

I'd be happy in the future.

The owner of the printing shop looked at me strangely, thinking, "Was he getting divorced or married? Why was he so happy?"

I couldn't help but smile.

We walked out of the print shop.

She suddenly said, "Do you want to divorce me because I rejected you last night? If so, please give me some more time..."

I asked her for sex last night but she rejected me.

To be exact, it was me who was rejected in my previous life.

"Nicole, my head hurts so much, and I feel nauseous. Where are you? Come to me quickly." Scott called her.

I couldn't help it any longer, so I snatched her phone. "If you have a headache, go to the doctor. If you feel sick, go to the toilet and vomit. Nicole is not your wife. You can not call her whenever you want. Just bear it for a while. After she and I complete the divorce procedures, I will personally take you both to the church."

Nicole snatched the phone angrily and said nervously, "Victor is joking. Wait for me. I will come to you soon."

By the time she hung up the phone, I was already in the car.

She was so shameless that she asked me to take her to Scott's house.

I refused. After a moment of silence, she said, "I'll go to Scott's house first and come back to make it up to you in the evening."

Watching her anxiously stopping a taxi and leaving, I felt calm.

In her heart, Scott was always the most important.

I meant nothing to her.

Looking back on my previous life, I felt I was such a coward!

At 11 o'clock in the evening, she came back exhausted, took a shower, and went to bed. I turned my back to her. And she called me softly, "Are you asleep?"

I ignored her and pretended to be asleep.

I heard the rustle of her taking off her clothes behind me, and then a hot body pressed against my back, and I felt the warmth of her lips on my neck...