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Sparks of Vengeance

After her husband Louis Banks supposedly dies in a car crash, his widow is left to face crushing debts and the loss of all assets. Years of poverty follow until a chance encounter reveals the truth: Louis is alive, wealthy, and flaunting his new life. He admits the entire tragedy was a scheme to exploit her. Consumed by fury, she dies, only to suddenly wake up on the day of the fatal accident. This time, she will not be a pawn in his billionaire game.
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Chapter 2

"L-Let's not do that, Luna…" Johnny froze visibly at my request. "He was completely disfigured from that accident, so I'm scared it'd scar you."

As he spoke, he tried handing me the tissues again. If I wasn't mistaken, he definitely drugged those tissues with chemicals that'd make me pass out quickly. The first time this happened, I had passed out immediately after using the tissues he handed me to wipe my tears, only waking up to see cremated ashes.

Who knew if those were human ashes or the ashes of some animal?!

"Please, let's not be rash…"

Johnny tried to stop me as I stood up and made a beeline for the morgue, but he was too late.

"Honey! Why did you have to die like this?!" I screamed, crying as I reached to remove the bloodstained cloth, revealing Louis' bloody, borderline mutilated face. The wounds on his body were badly mangled, and it truly was a gruesome sight, just as Johnny had warned.

Of course, it was easy enough to deduce what had happened, seeing as he had a childhood friend who specialized in special effects makeup—Lorraine Turner.

That woman was also the one Louis had held in his arms in my past life!

The two of them were the ones who had eloped after clearing out all of the company funds and were the ones behind my untimely death.

"You! Absolute! Scum!" With each word, I slapped Louis' face as hard as I could.

Clear as day, I felt warmth from where our skin had contact, yet he didn't even so much as move a muscle. His brother was a doctor, after all, so injecting him with anaesthesia wasn't anything hard for him to do.

This fact was something that could work in my favor, too.

"Don't be like this, Luna! I know you're sad, but he didn't want to die either, right?" Johnny immediately rushed over and grabbed my hand, since the special effects makeup would probably become displaced if I overdid it.

In any case, did I deserve to die, then?!

Fuelled by my intense hatred, I somehow managed to shake Johnny off, even making him stagger backward.

"You heartless man! Why didn't you drive more carefully?" I sobbed as I continued to slap Louis' face continuously with both my palms. "Why'd you leave me all alone? I hate you, I hate you! Get up and answer me!"

I must have hit him a dozen times already, and my palms were already numb, but he hadn't so much as twitched an eyelid. From the looks of it, Johnny was quite heavy-handed with the anaesthesia.

After carefully confirming that the makeup hadn't gone off, Johnny breathed a sigh of relief. "Luna, I think we should bury him soon."

"No, I don't believe this is an accident." Tears streamed down my cheeks as I muttered, as if I was about to shatter in the next second. "He's got a large-scale company, after all, so it's normal that people would be jealous of him… Come to think of it, he fought with Mr. Jones last month, and Mr. Terrence the month before that, too! Someone must've done this to him on purpose…

"I hear that there's a big difference between an accidental car crash and one done on purpose… That's right, I'll call the police! They'll be able to examine his body!"

As I spoke, I took out my phone and started to call the police.

Johnny's expression changed immediately, and he snatched the phone right out of my hands. "Luna, he really did die in an accident. Can't you please let him rest in peace?"

"How could you say that about me?" I put on a hurt expression and continued to sniffle. "Is it wrong that I want justice to be served to your brother?"

"That's not what I meant, Luna." Johnny waved his hand at me, as if trying to dispel my doubts. "But if you do this, they're going to cut him right open. You love my brother, so you don't want his body to be all cut up like that, right?"

Internally, I scoffed. If I had it my way, it'd be merciful even if he was chopped into minced meat!

On the surface, however, I continued acting hurt. "I just want the truth to be revealed."

Johnny started to become irate. "But…"

"Johnny." I looked at him as I wiped my tears, cutting off whatever it was he was going to say next. "Are you worried that they're going to discover something?"

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