Husband Fakes Death for His Mistress

In my last life, my husband had a sudden heart attack and was rushed to the hospital by his colleagues.
By the time I got there, he was already gone.
I was consumed by grief, crying until I collapsed.
When I woke up, my husband had already been cremated.
Before I even had a moment to mourn, debt collectors were knocking on my door.
Thats when I learned that my husband, Mark, had racked up over ten million dollars in loans.
And I was the sole heir to his will.
Ten years later, I was hunched over, picking through trash on the street.
Thats when I saw himmy supposedly dead husbandlaughing with his mistress in a luxury car.
Mark smiled, tossed a hundred-dollar bill at my feet, and thanked me for my sacrifice.
My body, already ravaged by years of grueling labor, gave out. I died on the spot, from pure, unadulterated rage.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of his heart attack.

1
Clara, Im so sorry for your loss. You have to be strong, for your own sake. We did everything we could, but Mark hes
Dr. Ethan Vance, my husband Mark Millers best friend and his attending physician, put on a performance of deep regret, spouting a stream of medical jargon I couldnt comprehend.
He guided me to a sofa. Clara, maybe you shouldnt look. Im worried its too much for you.
I looked at my reflection in the glass partition opposite me. I was still young, my hands unmarred by the scars of manual labor. I took a few deep breaths, the reality of my second chance finally sinking in.
In my last life, I had raced to the hospital after hearing the news, running three red lights, but I was still too late.
Clutching the death certificate, I had collapsed, my grief so profound it felt like my soul was tearing apart.
When I woke, Mark was gone, reduced to a small, heavy box of ashes. I held that box, refusing to eat or drink, until a group of lawyers from various loan companies showed up at my door.
It was then I discovered I was the sole beneficiary of Marks will. I forced myself to sort through his finances, only to find that his company had already been sold by my mother-in-law, Brenda, leaving me with nothing but millions in debt.
The house was quickly seized and auctioned by the court. Homeless, I tried to ask Brenda for help, but she refused to even see me.
The years that followed were a living hell. I lived in a cramped converted garage, hounded daily by debt collectors. I worked four jobs just to survive and pay down the debt, but after the court garnished my wages, I could barely afford to eat. When I got sick, I just had to push through it.
Until that day, when I was scavenging for recyclables and saw Mark, ten years dead, laughing with another woman.
I had rushed forward, desperate to get a closer look. He didn't even try to hide. He just sneered, telling me that at forty, I looked seventy. Then he threw that hundred-dollar bill at me, a "thank you" for the decade of my life he had stolen.
I died right there on the pavement, and Mark, as if he hadn't seen a thing, just drove away.

Thinking of it all now, I made a decision.
Last time, you faked your death. This time, Ill make it real.

2
Ethan kept urging me to drink the glass of water he offered. I snapped out of my reverie but didnt take a sip.
I remembered this. In my last life, I drank this water and passed out. I was almost certain it was drugged, a ploy to make sure I missed Marks cremation.
I set the glass down and, ignoring Ethans protests, walked to Marks bedside.
His complexion was rosy, not at all like a man who had just died. I had been too consumed by grief, too damn naive to notice it before.
I raised my hand and brought it down, hard, across Marks face. The slap echoed in the silent room. He didnt even flinch. It seemed he was under anesthesia to prevent me from discovering the ruse. Perfect. That would make my plan even easier.
Ethan shrieked, thinking Id figured it out. Clara, you even if youre angry, you cant we can explain
The agony of my past life washed over me, and real tears streamed down my face. But my hands didnt stop. I began to beat Marks chest, his arms, anywhere I could reach. Seeing Ethan on the verge of confessing everything, I let out a wrenching sob. I told you to stop working so late! You didnt listen! Now youve left me all alone, what am I supposed to do?
Ethan relaxed, realizing I hadnt discovered the truth. He thought this was just my way of grieving. But the ferocity of my blows still worried him. Clara, he stammered, maybe a little gentler? Mark will feel it.
I stopped and gave him a look like he was the stupidest man on earth. Whats that, Ethan? Do dead people feel pain?
Ethan swallowed hard, instantly regretting his slip-up. He forced a weak, awkward smile. No, I just meant
He trailed off, unable to finish. I didnt have time to waste on him. I pulled out my phone and made a call.
Yes, Id like to arrange for an organ donation. The deceased passed away just a few moments ago. Please come quickly.
Ethan tried to stop me, but his position held him back. Instead, he quickly typed a message on his phone.

3
The team from the organ procurement organization arrived within minutes. I put on a heart-wrenching performance. My husband was always such a kind man. His death was so sudden I want his life to have meaning, to continue on by helping others.
The lead doctor grasped my hand firmly. On behalf of all the families youll be helping, thank you. Which organs did you wish to donate?
I glanced at Ethan and sighed dramatically. My husband died of a heart attack. So, everything but the heart. Ill donate his body to medical science, too.
Ethan physically blocked the hospital bed. You cant, Clara! Mark would never have wanted this! He told me specifically! We have to respect his final wishes!
I dabbed at my dry eyes. Ethan, I am Marks wife. I can make this decision. You and Mark were like brothers, but theres no blood between you. I think we both know who has the final say here.
I pressed on, my voice sharp. Besides, every minute you delay, the organs deteriorate. Youre a doctor yourself. Dont you want to save lives?
Hes right, Dr. Vance. Please, step aside, one of the donation coordinators added.
But Ethan wouldnt budge. I just contacted his mother. At the very least, you have to let Brenda see her son one last time.
So thats who he was texting.
I considered it for a moment, then nodded.
Truthfully, I never intended for Mark to be an organ donor. I knew perfectly well that the moment they opened his chest, theyd discover he was alive. My goal wasnt to expose his fake deathit was to turn his little play into a tragedy with a very real ending.
All of this was just a performance to lure out the other players: his mistress, Jessica, or his mother, Brenda.
I wanted them to watch him die for real, helpless to stop it.
And this whole incident would serve as my alibi when they inevitably tried to turn on me later.

4
Brenda burst into the room, her hair still in curlers from what was clearly an interrupted salon appointment. She saw Mark lying peacefully on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she marched over and slapped me across the face. You bitch! You cursed my son to death, and now you want to cut him open?
Her voice rose to a screech. If anyone lays a finger on my boy today, Ill kill their entire family!
She turned on the donation team, shooing them out of the room. Were not donating anything! Go find someone else to butcher!
The team, though disappointed, had no choice but to leave.
Ethan finally let out a breath hed been holding. He took a white sheet and covered Marks body.
Brenda sank onto the sofa and pointed a trembling finger at me. You worthless whore! Your own husband dies and youre not even sad! Instead of getting him cremated and laid to rest, you want him carved up for science? You want my son cut into a thousand pieces!
You want to be a saint? Go donate yourself! You can drop dead right now, and Ill personally make sure they take every last piece of you!
I covered my stinging cheek and sobbed. Mom, Im sorry, I was wrong, I just wanted
Before I could finish, another slap cracked across my face. I dont care what you wanted! Get out of here, now! Ill take my son to the crematorium myself.
I fell silent, kneeling on the floor. With trembling hands, I offered her the glass of water Ethan had given me earlier. She didnt suspect a thing. Stressed and hoarse from all the shouting, she was thirsty. She snatched the glass and downed it in one go.
Ethan didnt even have time to react.
Less than two minutes later, Brenda slumped over, fast asleep. The cold sweat Ethan had just wiped away beaded on his forehead again. Clara, he stammered, youre not going to try the organ donation thing again, are you?

5
I shook my head, gently laying Brenda flat on the sofa. Of course not. Mom said no. I would never go against her wishes.
Ethan sighed in relief. Brenda suddenly passing out like this it could be serious. You should take her down to the emergency room. Ill personally handle Marks cremation arrangements.
Oh, I couldnt possibly trouble you with that, I said sweetly. Youre the doctor, you know more than me. You should stay and look after Mom. Ill take care of the cremation. Before he could argue, I had already called the crematorium and told them to come immediately.
Ethan was still trying to stall. Theres no rush for the cremation. Lets wait for Brenda to wake up. Its not like Mark is going anywhere.
My voice turned cold. Ethan, Mark is dead. The living are more important than the dead. You and Mark were like brothers, but you havent shown a shred of grief today. In fact, you keep saying the strangest things. What is it youre really trying to do?
Ethan was frantic now, pacing like a caged animal. He tried desperately to wake Brenda, but she was out cold.
By the time the attendants from the crematorium had wheeled Mark away, Ethan finally snapped. He grabbed my sleeve, his voice cracking. Clara, I I think I saw Mark move. Maybe we should try to revive him again.
I held the death certificate up to his face. Ethan, think very carefully before you speak again. Have you considered what happens if Mark is suddenly alive now? What responsibility your hospital will bear? What responsibility you will bear?
This is premeditated murder. This is gross negligence. I dont know if the hospital will survive this, but I know you will go to jail. So think again. Did you really see him move?
Cornered and frantic, Ethan had no answer. I sneered, shook off his hand, and followed the transport van.
Behind me, I heard him cry out in frustration and start dialing his phone.

6
Staring at Marks still form on the gurney, I couldnt help but let out a small, bitter laugh.
When I saw him on the street in my last life, his face was almost unchanged, barely touched by time. I had thrown myself in front of his car, wanting to reconnect, to pour out all the years of my suffering.
He had squinted, taking a long moment to recognize me. Oh, its you, hed said with a laugh. Its only been ten years. You look older than my grandmother.
My voice was a raw croak, my back permanently stooped. I certainly didnt look forty. But youre dead, I had stammered.
He and Jessica, the woman beside him, had howled with laughter. I faked my death to get away from you.
He didnt have to say another word. I understood everything.
If he had just asked for a divorce, I would have agreed. But a divorce would have meant splitting his assets with me, and he would have been branded a cheater. Faking his death was so much cleaner.
He could leave me with all the debt, transfer all his assets, and start a new life with a new identity, openly living with Jessica without fear.
I had been too stunned to speak. But he seemed to enjoy twisting the knife. You know, I could actually hear you in the hospital that day, hed said, smiling. Ill never forget the sound of your crying. Im still curious, how does one person manage to cry like a honking goose?
Honk, honk, honk. It was hilarious. Hahahahaha.
As their laughter echoed around me, I had clutched my chest and fallen to the ground. Jessica had shrieked, Honey, is she trying to pull an insurance scam? Lets get out of here.
Muttering about what bad luck I was, Mark had sped away, leaving me to die on the asphalt.
My last memory was of their car disappearing into the distance. Then, darkness.

7
I was still lost in the painful memory when I saw Marks fingers twitch. It seemed the anesthesia was wearing off, and the reality of his situation was dawning on him. He was waking up.
Sir, can you please drive faster? I urged the driver. My mother-in-law is trying to take my husbands body to donate it against his will. I just want him to be laid to rest, whole and at peace.
The driver grunted in understanding and slammed his foot on the accelerator.
I leaned over Mark, pressing my face to his chest, and whispered all the things I never got to say in my last life.
I know youre not dead. I know you cheated on me and staged this whole thing so you could run off with Jessica and leave me to pay your debts. But Im not angry. Ive decided to respect your wishes. You wanted to be dead? Fine. Ill make sure you get cremated as soon as possible.
I know you can hear me right now, but Im not sure if you can feel pain. I hope you can. I want you to feel the fire. After all, you might be the first person to ever be cremated alive.
Youre probably wondering how I know all this. It doesnt matter now, does it? The thing is, Ive already lived this day once. In my last life, I believed your little story, just like you wanted. And my life was miserable. So dont blame me for this. You brought this on yourself.
Marks fingers trembled. He couldnt move, but tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes. I reached out and wiped them away. Crying already? You can save some of those tears for when youre in the incinerator.
My phone was ringing incessantly. Ethan and Brenda. But right now, I was just a poor, grieving widow. I was in no state to take calls.

8
Thanks to the drivers speeding, a thirty-minute drive took only twenty. But the crematorium was busy today; it would be at least an hours wait.
I dug my nails into my thigh, hard, and let out a pained whimper. Tears welling in my eyes, I found the manager. My husband passed away from a sudden illness, and when my mother-in-law heard the news, she collapsed. Shes in the hospital now, in critical condition. I have to get back to her. Please, Im begging you, let me go first. I cant lose my mother-in-law too.
The manager had never seen someone so desperate to cut the line for a cremation. He hesitated. I understand youre in a hurry, but these other people have been waiting a long time. It wouldnt be fair.
As he spoke, he made a subtle gesture with his hand. I knew what he meant.
Time was of the essence. I pulled out my phone and transferred him two thousand dollars. Please, sir, help me. Im an orphan. My husband and his mother were the only family I had. I cant lose her.
The money worked. Mark was moved to the front of the line. Less than ten minutes later, he was being pushed into the incinerator. Just as the operator was about to press the button, I stopped him. I couldnt let him become an accomplice. And besides, I wanted to do this myself.
He agreed to let me press the button.
At that exact moment, the frantic voices of Brenda and Ethan echoed from the entrance. Stop! Stop! Dont do it!
Brenda, still groggy from the drugs and weak from the shock, collapsed in the doorway. Stop! Get my son out of there!
Ethan grabbed my hand as I reached for the ignition button. Clara, wait Brenda has something she wants to say to Mark.
Brenda, panting, shrieked, Get out of my way! I wont let you cremate my son! Ill do it! Get her out of here!
Even now, at the eleventh hour, they were still trying to stick to their ridiculous plan.
I dropped to my knees, playing the innocent victim. Mom, Mark is gone. Lets just let him rest in peace. Im his wife. Im not leaving his side.
Our argument drew a crowd of onlookers.
The operator looked from one of us to the other. What kind of soap opera is this? A crematorium is not a place for games.
He moved to press the button himself. Brenda and Ethan lunged forward to stop him, their faces contorted in desperation. The operator, startled, instinctively jumped back.
Unable to stop their momentum, Brenda and Ethan crashed into the control panel. Their combined weight slammed down on the ignition button. In an instant, the flames engulfed Mark.

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