Chapter 3

When I got home, my husband Manuel had made a whole table full of food.

He thoughtfully took my coat from me. "Olivia, it must have been a hard day. Hurry and eat, the food's getting cold."

I sat down without ceremony and forked a piece of meat into my bowl.

"Why did you make such a feast today? Is there some good news?"

Manuel, who was about to sit down, showed a flash of unnaturalness on his face. He licked his lips.

"I just felt you've been working too hard lately, and since I had the day off today, I wanted to reward you."

Then he laughed dryly twice. "How is it? Does it taste good?"

I played along with him. "It's delicious. I really hope I can eat your cooking every day from now on."

His fork paused slightly as he picked up food, not daring to respond.

This meal was eaten with both of us harboring our own thoughts.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

As I spoke, I left my phone on the table, gave Manuel a few instructions, and went into the bathroom.

When I came out, the dining table had been cleaned up.

He was also dressed and ready to go. Seeing my confused expression, he spoke with frustration.

"The company called in the middle of the night saying there's a problem with a contract. They want me to go redo it now."

Then he came over, hugged me, and kissed me. "Olivia, you'll have to sleep alone again tonight."

I smiled and teased him. It wasn't until the door closed that I could no longer hold back that nauseating feeling and ran straight to the toilet to vomit.

If I didn't know his true face, I would have been moved to tears by his affectionate act long ago.

We'd been married for a year and a half. He'd been cheating for a year.

In my last life, he was the one who orchestrated Leslie switching shifts with me.

"I know that patient in Room 3 you're watching over."

"His son is a famous hothead in this area. A maniac."

"Do you want to be with me?"

Just a few short sentences made Leslie kill someone.

And I took the blame for them.

After I died, the hospital downplayed the incident. As compensation, they gave Manuel a large sum of money.

As soon as Manuel got the money, Leslie quit her job.

Later, the two of them sold our marital home, got their visas, and went abroad.

Thinking about how the two of them lived the good life with my blood money, my hatred completely erupted.

Early the next morning, I went to the bank.

To show his sincerity, Manuel had given me his bank card.

"Olivia, now that you're marrying me, I need to give you a complete sense of security."

"You can see all the spending on this bank card."

I trusted him one hundred percent. In all our time married, I never once looked at his phone or checked his transaction records.

He also knew I was someone who didn't like prying into others' privacy, so he dared to say such things.

Looking at the spending records printed out by the bank, I almost laughed until I cried.

In just one month, he'd checked into the Harmony Hotel near the hospital fifteen times.

The most recent time was last night.

There were also purchases of lingerie and various sex toys.

Looking at the spending records, I logged into his cloud storage with my phone.

Inside, I found a large number of intimate photos of him and Leslie.

I downloaded these photos one by one. Everything was ready. I just had to wait until tomorrow!

In the evening, Manuel called me. "Olivia, the company has overtime again. I won't be coming home today."

"Okay."

Compared to him, I didn't want to see his disgusting face even more.