“Buck up, Summer! Even if Lucius is dead, you’ve still got me! I’ll never leave you.” 

Rebecca Stone, my bestie, held my hand and comforted me when she found me in the hospital. 

After a pause, I looked around and realized that I was reborn. 

I was reborn and back to the day when Lucius Holmes, my husband, had a heart attack and died. 

During my previous life, Lucius and I worked hard to earn money to afford a big house. I worked full-time during the day and part-time in a hotel at night. I was already exhausted and weak from it. 

My husband’s sudden death filled me with exhaustion. I fell seriously ill and was bedridden. 

However, Lilian Newt, my mother-in-law, kept my illness from my parents and forcefully took me home from the hospital. She denied me treatment so that I would die. 

When I was about to die, I saw my husband on the news on TV. He was full of smiles because he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. 

Rebecca was standing beside him. 

I stopped thinking about the past and watched Rebecca’s fake concern. Then, I sneered. 

Presumably, she had learned about Lucius winning the lottery. They plotted to fake his death and get away with the money as a couple. 

“Cheer up, Summer! You’re already weak. I can’t watch anything happen to you because of Lucius’s passing!” 

I gently broke out of Rebecca’s disgusting grip and said calmly, “Where is Lucius’s body? I want to see him.” 

Rebecca was stunned, as if she did not expect such calmness from me. 

“He’s in the morgue.” 

I took the elevator to the morgue in the second sub-basement of the hospital. 

The doctor dragged Lucius’s body out of a mortuary cabinet. 

Rebecca tried to stop me before I lifted the layer of white cloth over him. She claimed that I might not be able to take it. 

But I pushed her away and lifted the cloth. He looked at peace as he lay there quietly with his eyes closed. 

He was unresponsive regardless of how I shook or hit him. He must have used some tricks to do so. 

I took out my phone to call a funeral home. 

“Hello, my husband is dead. I want to send his body over for cremation right away.” 

Rebecca panicked when she heard that. She hurriedly snatched my phone away. “No. Isn’t it too early for that?”