Chapter 2

"What are you standing there for? Get in the coffin!"

My wife Rachel's impatient voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Looking at that familiar coffin, I suddenly realized—I had been reborn.

In my previous life, my wife's investment had failed.

Even after I spent my entire fortune, I couldn't fill that hole.

With no other options, my wife had me sign a debt assumption agreement, trying to get me to fake my death to clear the debt.

But on the day of the funeral, I discovered the truth.

My wife was actually making me die under her first love Derek's name!

Remembering the painful despair of being buried alive in my previous life...

I suppressed my rage and answered, "Okay."

Rachel's face lit up with barely concealed joy, though her tone remained ice-cold.

"Get used to it first. I made some chicken soup—I'll go to the kitchen and bring it to you!"

Rachel turned and left.

I didn't obediently lie down waiting to die like last time. Instead, I immediately covered my nose and mouth and sat up.

I had thought that in my previous life, my wife had drugged me with the chicken soup.

But having just lain in the coffin, I discovered something else.

The coffin had been sprayed with high-purity ether.

If I had stayed lying down for just another minute or two, I would have fallen into irreversible doom just like in my previous life!

What vicious scheming.

But I had seen through it.

I followed my wife all the way to the kitchen.

I originally planned to see what my wife was plotting.

But I discovered that shortly after my wife went inside, increasingly loud moaning came from within.

My expression instantly darkened. I quietly pushed open a corner of the window and discovered

My wife was having an affair with her white moonlight!

"Did that loser Gabriel get in the coffin?"

"How could he not listen to me? He got in ages ago!"

Derek laughed triumphantly.

"That's great, babe. He still stupidly thinks you're really in debt. Little does he know you're doing all this to help me get revenge on him!"

As Derek's movements intensified, my wife's voice grew increasingly tremulous and coquettish.

"You shouldn't blame me for what happened back then."

"He caught us making love in bed."

"At the time, he had money and power. I had no choice but to say you raped me."

"But I never expected he'd refuse to let it go and make you spend so many years in prison."

"I sprayed the coffin with ether. He's already unconscious."

"Go tie him up and nail the coffin shut."

"Tomorrow when he dies, everything he has will be yours!"

As my wife reached her climax, Derek looked up with an evil smile.

The moonlight's cold glow fell on his face—and he looked exactly like me!

I was burning with rage, filled with grief and indignation!

So the rape case from years ago was just an excuse my wife made up after I caught them in bed!

But for these three years,

My wife had used the excuse that she was severely psychologically traumatized by this.

She forbade me from sleeping with her, beat and cursed me constantly, and bankrupted my company.

I was tormented physically and mentally, but I always endured it silently because I felt sorry for her.

Even when she told me she owed massive debts and begged me to fake my death to clear them...

I still agreed to sacrifice everything I had, agreeing without hesitation!

But I never imagined—

My sincerity!

My devotion!

My wealth!

Everything was just a tool for my wife to get revenge for her white moonlight!

Watching Derek's figure heading toward the memorial hall,

My eyes turned cold as I followed him.

You want to escape through deception?

Then I'll make Derek's funeral come true!