Chapter 2

When the accident report came out, other people's faces were blurred out. My husband's butt was censored.

The doctors operated on him for five hours, finally pulling him back from the brink of death.

The moment he woke up, I stopped his pain medication.

"Just bear with it. Earning money isn't easy, save wherever you can."

I'm sure he agreed with that. After all, those were his exact words to me once.

The result? Amidst his screaming and yelling, he spilled the beans about all his hidden assets, holding nothing back.

Unable to move, he pursed his lips and ordered me to get the money from his mistress.

Honestly, it's just a leg being sawed off. Why's he being so dramatic?

What's a little suffering for love, right?

Just as I submitted documents to the court, froze Lily's bank accounts, and was about to retrieve the money, Mark died.

It was early that morning. He'd been transferred to a regular ward, fully conscious, his eyes still able to move.

The truck driver, the one who caused the accident, rushed into the room and knelt, sobbing, asking me:

"Can I get a family letter of forgiveness?"

"Sure," I said, "how many do you need?"

The bed suddenly shook. My husband, Mark Stone, let out a hoarse cry, a few strangled sounds, and with that, he was dead—furious at me.

The emergency doctors rushed in, ushering me and the driver out.

"Wait," I stopped a doctor, pulling out my phone, "I need to record a video."

Documenting the beautiful moments of life.

Outside the ward, the truck driver knelt, weeping.

"I'm a sinner, I'll pay, I'll pay, but I only have two million dollars..."

I quickly helped him up.

"Get up, angel."

"He's an unemployed bum, what's he worth, two million?"

I wasn't trying to intentionally insult my deceased husband.

But to force me to leave with nothing, he’d not only transferred all his assets but also made his mistress, Lily Miller, the official owner of his company.

He'd declared himself unemployed, refusing to give me a single cent, and even demanded I transfer my meager remaining salary to him.

Accident compensation is tied to the victim's income.

Hitting and killing a CEO is not the same as hitting and killing an unemployed bum.