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My Wife Replaced Her Dead Sister

After Wendy fakes her death to assume her late sister Stacy's identity, her husband is targeted by a smear campaign and murdered by an angry mob. Wendy’s motive was a secret obsession with her brother-in-law, Eric. Now reborn on the day the fraud started, the protagonist takes immediate action. He strips Wendy of her corporate power and revokes her legal status. As she tries to gaslight him again, he must navigate a dangerous web of lies to expose her true nature.
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Chapter 2

“Still, you cannot expect help to come for free, right?”

Greed flashed in Eric’s eyes. Every word hinted that he wanted money from me.

Wendy chimed in, saying, “You have that gold watch, don’t you? Just give it to Eric.”

I shot up and stared at her.

That watch was my father’s keepsake. How dare she ask for it?

Yet Wendy looked completely justified.

“Oh, right. Didn’t Wendy leave some investment funds? She said she would let me handle them. Give me the account and password.”

I fell silent for a moment, then suddenly covered my face and broke into tears.

“What investment? I already lost everything. Even my savings went into it. I can barely afford my son’s milk powder.”

Wendy panicked. “That is impossible! She clearly said there was a 2,000,000-dollar investment!”

I let out a cold laugh. “She said that to comfort you. She didn’t want you to look down on her, so she lied about making money. Wendy is gone. As her sister, you cannot just ignore your nephew. You refuse to help, and you’re still asking for money. Are you trying to drive us to death?”

Every word I said was false, yet Wendy had no way to refute it.

The colleagues around us began looking at me with sympathy.

Her expression darkened. “No, she must have investments. She told me herself.”

I sneered and walked toward her office.

“She only left these things. I will destroy them in front of you so you can stop thinking about them.”

I opened the safe, took out her documents, contracts, and personal belongings, then tore everything apart and threw them into the trash.

Wendy instinctively tried to stop me, but she forced herself to hold back.

When I tore apart her most treasured diary, she finally snapped.

“That was her life’s work. How can you do this?”

I made my voice sound choked up. “She’s gone. What is the point of keeping them? All you people do is ask me for money and things. Then, tell me this. What did Wendy leave me?”

My voice sounded sincere, and everyone present sighed for me.

Wendy’s face turned ashen, yet she could only watch helplessly as everything was destroyed.

At home, Ken looked at me with innocent eyes.

“Dad, why does Mom want me to call her ‘Aunt’? Is she not my mom?”

Pain twisted in my chest.

Even a child could recognize her, yet she heartlessly denied it.

She even abandoned her own son for another man.

I held Ken tightly and forced back my tears.

“Sweetheart, your mom is gone. That is your aunt.”

That afternoon, I went straight to the police station and used the death certificate to complete the cancellation procedures.

At the same time, I contacted the company president and arranged for Wendy’s resignation.

The president sighed. “I heard about Wendy. It is truly unfortunate. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

I had already planned everything.

“I want to transfer to the Calinorma branch.”

He looked surprised. “Competition there is intense, and it would be an entirely new environment. Are you sure?”

That was exactly what I wanted. I nodded firmly.

The process went smoothly. Not only was her identity canceled, but the company also issued a substantial accidental death insurance payout.

When I got home, my mother-in-law sat in the living room scrolling through her phone. She sneered the moment she saw me.

Then, she said, “Oh, our financial prodigy is back? Your wife is dead, yet you are still running around. My daughter must have been blind to marry someone like you.”

Ken was in the kitchen washing dishes.

The icy water had turned his small hands red.

My heart ached. I rushed over and picked him up.

“He is only five. How can you make him wash dishes? What kind of grandmother are you?”

She let out a cold laugh. “Raising your voice at me? Who do you think you are? You and your son are useless. You’re living in my house for free, and you still act like masters?”

I scoffed and said, “If you cannot stand us, we’ll leave. There’s no need for us to stay and bother you.”

I turned to take my son away, but she rushed forward and blocked our path.