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?"

"This is murder! I don't know if the hospital will stay open, but you are definitely going to jail. So think about it again. Did you really see Harry move?"

Jack was in a dilemma and didn't know how to refute. I sneered and shook off Jack's hand, then followed the car to the crematorium.

Jack picked up his mobile phone and began to make a phone call.

I looked at Harry lying on the stretcher and couldn't help but laugh.

In my previous life, when I met Harry on the street, his face was almost the same as it was now, with no trace of age on it. I threw myself in front of the car and wanted to reconcile with him. I wanted to cry and complain about my suffering all these years.

Harry narrowed his eyes and took a long time to recognize me. He said with a smile, "It's you. It's only been ten years since we last met, but you look older than my grandma."

At that time, my throat was hoarse and I was hunched over. Indeed, I didn't look like a woman in her forties. I stammered, "You... Aren't you dead?"

Harry and Sandra, who was sitting next to him at that time, laughed hysterically. "In order to get rid of you, I deliberately faked my death."

In fact, Harry didn't finish his words, but I understood.

If he had said that he wanted a divorce, I would have agreed. However, if we divorced, I would have taken half of his property and he would have been accused of cheating on his wife. However, it would have been different if he had pretended to be dead.

Not only could he leave all his debts to me, but he could also transfer all his assets. He could also change his identity and openly be with Sandra.

I was so angry that I couldn't speak, but Harry seemed to be very interested in talking. He smiled at me, "In fact, I could have heard you talking in the hospital at that time. I haven't forgotten the sound of you crying until now. I'm really curious. How could you cry like a goose?"

"It's really funny, hahaha."

I clutched my chest as I fell to the ground. "Honey, she's not trying to blackmail us, is she? Let's go."

Harry also complained about his bad luck and drove away directly, regardless of my life.

The last thing I could remember was the car disappearing into the distance, followed by darkness.

...

I was immersed in painful memories when I found that Harry's fingers seemed to have moved. It seemed that he knew that he was going to be cremated. The anesthetic was about to wear off, and he would wake up soon.

I urged the driver, "Sir, please hurry up. My mother-in-law wants to rob my husband's body and insists on donating it. I just want my husband to come and leave intact."

The driver responded and stepped on the accelerator, driving much faster.

I lowered my head and threw myself at Harry's chest. I told him everything that I didn't have the chance to say in my previous life.

"I know you're not dead, and I also know that you cheated on me a long time ago. You put on this show just to be with Sandra and leave me to pay off the debt. But I don't hate you. I've decided to respect your thoughts. Since you want to die, I'll send you to cremate as soon as possible."

"I only know that you can hear me now, but I'm not sure if you feel any pain. I hope you do. That way, you can feel the cremation. After all, you may be the first person to be cremated alive."