Chapter 1

My husband Philip had late-stage liver cancer.

Afraid of being a burden to me, he jumped into the river.

I couldn't swim, but I jumped in without hesitation to save him.

To ignite his will to live, I told him about winning the lottery.

He pretended to struggle, but pushed me underwater and drowned me!

My body wasn't even cold before he turned around and used my money to emigrate abroad with his first love, Kelly.

Turns out he was faking his death to get rid of me!

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband jumped into the river.

You want to die? Then let me give you a hand!

"Oh my God, someone jumped into the river!"

"Quick, save him! Call the police!!"

The clamor of voices made me feel as if I were in another lifetime.

Looking down, the river water had already risen past my knees.

Wasn't I already drowned?

How did I end up back here??

Rebirth—such a stroke of luck, and it actually happened to me?!

I watched the figure drifting toward the center of the river, my gaze heavy.

Philip, this time I won't sacrifice myself to save you.

And you won't get a single penny of my money!

I loosened my grip, and the bamboo pole in my hand drifted away with the current.

I pretended to panic and screamed.

"Help! Someone help! I can't swim! Someone please save my husband!"

Philip was struggling in the water, but he managed to keep his chest above the surface the whole time.

Where was the appearance of a drowning person?!

On the shore, my in-laws were also shouting for help while urging me to come back to shore.

But their expressions were very calm.

This scene made me realize how stupid I'd been in my past life!

So the whole family knew!

Stopping me from saving him wasn't out of concern for my safety—they just didn't want me to ruin Philip's fake death plan.

Right up until the moment of my death, I'd been comforted by the thought that I'd risked my life to save Philip.

But that bastard turned around and moved abroad with his first love.

Philip was quickly rescued by several brave passersby.

At the hospital during emergency treatment, the doctor called it a miracle.

A suicide jumper who hadn't swallowed a single mouthful of water.

My in-laws put on a show of thanking their ancestors for protection, saying Philip's time hadn't come yet.

I sneered inwardly and asked the doctor with feigned concern.

"My husband has late-stage liver cancer. Could falling in the water affect his condition? Wouldn't a more detailed examination be safer?"

My in-laws panicked immediately and rushed to stop me.

I saw right through them. Late-stage liver cancer—that was just an excuse for the fake death, wasn't it?

And to think in my past life I'd been naive enough to tell Philip about winning the hundred-million-dollar jackpot.

Wasn't that just driving myself to a dead end?!

As soon as Philip was wheeled into the hospital room, a doctor came—but not the one from emergency.

This female doctor wore a mask and went straight to the bed.

Her concerned look and anxious way of flipping through the medical chart made me suspicious.

She even bent down and grabbed Philip's hand!

Those vaguely familiar eyes—I'd seen them when I was a ghost.

"Kelly, the ER doctor said Philip is fine."

Porter's slip of the tongue confirmed my suspicion.

Kelly was Philip's first love. They'd dated for six years before breaking up.

"Mom, are you guys that close?"

I asked suddenly, and Porter didn't dare meet my eyes.

Only then did Kelly notice I was there too. She slid her hand up, pretending to check Philip's pulse.

I almost laughed out loud.

Wasn't she a Western medicine doctor? Why was she checking his pulse?

My father-in-law Anthony forced himself to stay calm. "Kelly is Philip's attending physician. We are quite familiar with each other."

Familiar enough not to call her "Dr. Kelly" and just use her first name?

Porter took the opportunity to scold me, saying I didn't care enough about Philip.

It was because I hadn't taken good care of Philip that he got cancer.

I put on an expression of humbly accepting criticism and actively made a statement.

"You're right. That's why I've decided to transfer Philip to a major hospital in New York. Worst case, we'll do a liver transplant."

The other people in the room all changed color at this.

Faking cancer, were you?

Then I'll just have your liver removed first and let you suffer slowly!