Before his suicide, my husband, Archer Pierce, wrote a suicide note blaming me for his death.

His mother, Lyla Pierce, and his little brother, Ronan Pierce, orchestrated an accident to kill me for revenge.

But after I died, Archer, who had jumped into the river, came back alive.

His family lived luxuriously on my insurance payout.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I bought the insurance.

This time, I said, "Archer, five million dollars is too little. Let's make it ten million."

1

I was reborn on the day Archer persuaded me to sign the policy.

I was lounging in a chair, scrolling through my phone, as he held a pen, his face all smiles.

"Ava, just sign it. It's security for our son. No one knows if tomorrow or an accident will come first."

I took the policy and looked at it.

"Coverage for five million dollars?"

In my past life, it took Archer a long time to convince me to sign this vast policy. To ease my mind, he bought the same policy for himself, with me as the beneficiary.

"Inflation is getting worse; Five million isn't much!" Archer hurriedly interjected, fearing I'd disagree.

I touched my belly and smiled gently.

"Isn't five million dollars a bit too little? It won't be enough for our son to spend. How about we make it ten million?"

He jumped up excitedly, about to kiss me. "Ava, you're the best! I love you!"

I dodged his kiss. It was disgusting.

In my past life, he had pestered me relentlessly until I signed that life insurance policy.

Not long after it took effect, he left a suicide note and ended his own life. Lyla and Ronan stormed into my home, accusing me of murdering Archer.

Ronan waved the suicide note, shouting, "You jinx! You killed my Archer! Today, you'll pay with your blood!"

He kicked me in the stomach. The pain was excruciating. I collapsed to the floor, blood streaming down my legs, staining my white dress crimson.

Clutching my stomach, I begged Lyla for help, "Lyla! Call 911! Save the baby!"

Lyla curled her lip and pulled Ronan away. "Archer, my poor son, I'll go fish you out of the river..."

She hadn't even glanced at the suicide note, yet she knew Archer had jumped into the river.

Mom, please! Just call 911. It is your grandchild...

I pleaded desperately, begging her to call for an ambulance. But Lyla just sneered, giving me a disdainful look before instructing Ronan to lock the front door.

Blood gushed from between my legs. I didn't even have the strength to crawl back to the house for my phone. I could only watch helplessly as my lifeblood drained away.

Two lives were lost.

After my death, Archer, who had supposedly drowned himself, came back to life. He knelt before my memorial tablet, overwhelmed with grief.

Everyone who came to pay their respects praised his deep love and devotion.

But then, he turned around and colluded with Lyla and Ronan, claiming that I had died from an accidental fall.

"Ava, what are you thinking about so deeply? Come and have some soup."

Archer held a small spoon, trying to feed me. I gagged and ran to the bathroom. He followed me with tissues, his face full of concern.

I vomited until tears streamed down my face, the nausea still lingering.

Archer and I met on a blind date.

He was handsome and had a stable job, so I assumed he wouldn't be interested in me. To my surprise, he confessed his feelings and proposed marriage. He even insisted on marrying into my family.

I felt it was too much of a sacrifice for him, but he reassured me.

"There are two brothers in my family, but your parents only have you as a daughter. We can't let your family line die out.

My parents had passed away long ago, so what family line was there to continue? "I don't have any plans to carry on the family name. I can't let you suffer like this."

He playfully tapped my nose.

"Married daughters aren't entitled to the headcount fee. We can't pass up this money. We need it to raise our little one."

I teased him, "You're such a money-grubber."

He said that having children was hard work, and if that money could ease my burden, he was willing to be called a money-grubber.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"You can marry into my family, but the child has to take your last name. I don't want you to feel inferior."

Now I realize how foolish I was. He didn't love me; he loved the house my family was about to receive compensation for due to demolition.

It was ridiculous.

Archer, since you love money so much, let it accompany you to hell.