"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."

"You may be wondering why I do this and how I know this. It doesn't matter if I tell you now, because I have already experienced what happened today. In my last life, I believed you, and I lived a very miserable life. So don't blame me. You owe me all this."

Harry's fingers trembled slightly. He couldn't move, but his tears flowed out. I reached out and wiped his tears. "Are you crying now? You can cry after you enter the furnace."

My phone kept ringing. Jack and Nancy kept calling me, but I was just a pitiful woman who had lost my husband and I was not in the mood to answer the phone.

The driver sped all the way and we arrived ten minutes early. However, there were many people at the crematorium today. It would take at least an hour for Harry to get there.

I pinched my thigh, snorted, and shed tears before I went to the person in charge. "My husband suddenly died of a serious illness. When my mother-in-law knew about it, she fainted and was rescued in the hospital. I have to go back as soon as possible. Please cremate my husband first. I don't want anything to happen to my mother-in-law."

It was the first time that the staff of the crematorium had met someone who wanted to cut in line. He hesitated and said, "I know you're anxious, but others have been waiting for a long time. I can't let you cut in."

Although he said that, he stretched out his hand meaningfully. I understood that he wanted money.

I knew that there was no time to lose, so I took out my mobile phone and transferred 400 dollars to him directly. "Please help me. I'm an orphan. My husband and mother-in-law are very kind to me. I really can't lose my mother-in-law."

With the support of money, Harry jumped the queue successfully. In less than ten minutes, he was directly pushed into the burning furnace. The staff was about to press the burning button, but I stopped him. I couldn't let him become a ‘murder’ and I also wanted to take revenge myself.

Under my urging, the staff agreed to let me press the button.

At that moment, Nancy and Jack's anxious voices came from the doorway. "Stop, stop, don't cremate!"

Nancy collapsed at the door due to the drug or fright. "Stop it and push my son out."

Jack grabbed my hand and said, "Lynn. Wait a minute. Aunt Nancy has something to tell Harry."

Nancy was panting. "Get out of here. I won't allow you to cremate my son. I'll do it myself. Drive her out."

At this critical moment, the two of them still wanted to continue the plan.

I knelt on the ground and said in a tea tone, "Mom, Harry has left. Let him rest in peace. I'm his wife. I won't leave."

The dispute between the three of us attracted a lot of attention.

The staff looked at each other in dismay. "What sad play are you putting on? The crematorium isn't a place for you to joke around."

As the staff spoke, he was about to press the burning button. Jack and Nancy rushed over desperately to stop him with ferocious expressions. The staff was shocked and subconsciously dodged to the side.

However, Jack and Nancy did not hold back and pressed the button. The flames engulfed Harry in an instant.