In my previous life, my husband had a heart attack and was sent to the hospital by his colleagues.

By the time I got to the hospital, my husband had already passed away.

I was so sad that I fainted from crying.

When I woke up again, my husband had been cremated.

Before I had time to feel sad, I was urged to pay the debt by the loan agency.

Only then did I realize that my husband owed a loan of millions of dollars.

And I was the only heir to my husband's will.

Ten years later, when I was stooping to pick up garbage on the road, I saw my husband, who was supposed to be dead, driving a luxury car and chatting with a mistress.

My husband smiled and threw me a hundred dollars to thank me for my efforts.

I had long been exhausted and I died of anger.

When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my husband had a heart attack.

...

"Lynn, don't be sad. Take care of yourself. We've tried our best to save him, but Harry still..."

Jack, my husband Harry's good friend and attending doctor, had a regretful look on his face as he spoke some medical terms that I did not understand.

He reached out and helped me sit down on the sofa. "Lynn, you'd better not look at his body. I'm afraid you won't be able to take it."

I looked at myself in the glass, finding I was still young and there were no scars on my hands caused by long-term work. I took a few deep breaths and finally confirmed that I had been reborn.

In my previous life, I rushed to the hospital after receiving the news that Harry had a heart attack. I rushed all the way and ran three red lights, but I was still too late.

I held the death certificate and cried so hard that I almost fainted.

When I woke up, Harry had been cremated, leaving me only a small urn. I took the urn home and stayed at home for a few days without eating or drinking, but several lawyers came with major loan companies.

It was only then that I found out that I was the only heir to Harry's property in his will. I struggled to sort out the financial situation.

I found that Harry's company had been sold by my mother-in-law, Nancy, and he only left me a loan of millions of dollars.

The house was soon forced to be auctioned by the court. I had nowhere to go. I wanted to ask Nancy for help, but she didn't see me at all.

I lived a very difficult life in the following days. I rented a small shed, and almost every day, there were people who came to collect debts. In order to survive and pay off the debt, I worked four jobs a day. However, after being executed by the court I was only able to reach subsistence level and could not afford to go to the doctor when I got sick.

One day, when I was picking up garbage, I saw Harry, who had passed away for ten years, driving and talking with a woman.

I rushed up and wanted to see it clearly. Harry didn't hide his identity at all. He laughed at me for looking like I was in my forties and threw me 20 dollars to thank me for my efforts in the past ten years.

I was so angry that I almost died on the spot. Harry left as if he hadn't seen anything.

...

Thinking of this, I made a decision!

In my previous life, you faked your death. This time, I would let you die for real. Jack kept urging me to drink water. When I came to my senses, I didn't drink any water.

I remembered that in my previous life, I fainted after drinking this glass of water. I was almost 100% sure that this glass of water was definitely drugged in order to let me miss Harry's cremation.

I put down the glass, ignored Jack's obstruction, and walked to Harry's bed.

Harry looked ruddy and didn't look like a person who had just died. It was only because I was too sad and stupid in my previous life that I couldn't see this.

I raised my hand and slapped Harry hard in the face. Harry didn't move at all. It seemed that he was afraid of being discovered, so he was directly numbed. In that way, my plan could be carried out more easily.

Jack screamed and thought that I had found Harry pretending to be dead. "Lynn, you... You can't be so cruel even if you are angry. We can explain..."

Thinking of the pain of my last life, I burst into tears, but I didn't stop beating Harry. Seeing that Jack was about to tell the truth, I quickly cried and complained, "I told you not to stay up late but you didn't listen to me. What would I do if you left me alone?"

Jack knew that I didn't find it. Hitting Harry was just a way to express my sadness. However, he was still a little worried when he saw how hard I slapped Harry. He stammered, "Lynn, be gentle. Harry will hurt."

I stopped and looked at Jack as if I was looking at a fool. "What's wrong, Jack? Do people who have just died feel pain?"

Jack swallowed and regretted saying that. He smiled awkwardly and said, "No, I just..."

He couldn't explain for a long time. I couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so I took out my mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Yes, I want to donate my husband’s organs. He has just died. Come on."

Jack wanted to stop me, but because of his identity, he could just take out his mobile phone and quickly send a message.

The staff from the Organ Donor Service arrived in a few minutes. I pretended to be distressed and said, "My husband has always been a kind person. I want to extend his life with this accidental death. I hope his organs can save more people."

The doctor at the Organ Donor Service shook my hand tightly. "I thank you on behalf of those families! May I ask what organs you want to donate?"

I glanced at Jack and sighed. "My husband died of a heart attack. Except for his heart, I'm going to donate his organs to the needy and his body to the medical school."

Jack stood in front of the bed and said, "No, Lynn. Harry told me that he was not willing to donate organs at all. We have to respect Harry's last wish."

I wiped away my tears and said, "Jack, I am Harry's wife. I can make this decision. You and Harry are just good friends. I believe you don't need me to tell you who is in charge."

"Your stop will cause organ failure. You are also a doctor. Don't you want to save lives and heal injuries?"

"Yes, Dr. Dylan, please get out of the way." the staff of the Organ Donor Service also said.

How could Jack get out of the way? He said, "I just contacted Aunt Nancy. You should at least let her see Harry for the last time."

It turned out that he had just informed Nancy.

I thought for a moment and nodded.

In fact, I didn't want Harry to donate organs, because I knew very well that he would be found alive immediately after opening his chest. What I wanted to do was not to expose Harry's fake death, but to make his fake death real.

I did all this just to force Sandra, the mistress, or Nancy to show up.

I wanted them to see Harry die with their own eyes, but there was nothing they could do.

Moreover, this matter would become evidence for them to accuse me in the future.

Nancy ran over anxiously. She didn't even have time to take off the curls on her head. It seemed that she was in a beauty salon. When she saw that Harry was still intact on the hospital bed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she slapped me in the face. "You bitch, my son was killed by you, and you still want to cut his belly open?"

"If anyone dares to hurt my son today, I will kill his whole family!"

Nancy kicked the staff out in an overbearing manner. "No, no. We won’t donate organs!"

Although the people at the Organ Donor Service felt sorry, they had no choice but to leave.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the white cloth and covered Harry.

Nancy sat on the sofa next to me, pointed at me, and shouted, "You bitch, why don’t you feel sad about your husband’s death? Don't you want to cremate him as soon as possible? How can you donate his organs? Do you want my son to be cut into pieces?"

"If you want to do something good, donate it yourself. You can go to hell now. I'll donate all of it!"

I covered my face and sobbed. "Mom, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I just wanted to..."

Before I could finish speaking, Nancy slapped me again. "You can't even think about it. Go back now. I'll send my son to the crematorium later."

I stopped talking and knelt on the floor, obediently handing the glass of water Jack had brought me to Nancy. Nancy did not suspect anything and her mouth was dry from nervousness and cursing. She drank the water in one go.

Jack wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

Less than two minutes after she finished drinking, Nancy fell asleep. Jack broke out in a cold sweat again. He stammered, "Lynn, you're not going to donate organs again, are you?"

I shook my head and laid Nancy flat on the sofa. "How could that be? Mom said no. Of course, I wouldn't do it again."

Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm afraid something bad will happen to Aunt Nancy. You'd better take her to the emergency room as soon as possible. I'll arrange Harry's cremation in person."

"No. How can I trouble you with this kind of thing? You're a doctor, and you know more than me. You should take care of my mother. I'll send Harry to cremation." With that, I contacted the crematorium and asked the staff to come over immediately.

Jack was still trying to refuse. "There's no hurry. Let’s wait for Aunt Nancy to wake up, Harry won't run away."

I said directly, "Jack, Harry is dead. The dead are not as important as the living. You are as close as brothers. Not only are you not sad at all today, but you also say such strange things every time. What do you want?"

Jack was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He kept trying to wake Nancy up, but she was like a dead pig no matter how hard he shook her.

When the people at the crematorium had pushed Harry away, Jack finally couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled my sleeve and said in a hoarse voice, "Lynn, I... I just saw Harry move. Let's try to save him again."

I showed the death certificate to Jack and said, "Jack, think about it carefully before you speak. Have you ever considered what kind of responsibility your hospital will take if Harry is really alive?"