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The Doctor's Wife

After a surgical error, my husband supposedly took his own life. His death left me to face the lethal vengeance of a grieving family alone. As I died, I discovered the truth: he was alive, living in luxury with a mistress and a new family. Now, I have woken up on the very day he faked his demise. This fantasy romance follows my quest for truth and retribution against the man who abandoned me to a tragic fate while he enjoyed his hidden wealth.
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Chapter 2

I grabbed Christopher's arm discreetly, gripping tightly into his flesh. Anyone who looked closely would notice his fingers twitching slightly from the intense pain.

However, it seemed he had anticipated this and used an anesthetic to avoid giving himself away.

Fine—if he couldn't move, that worked to my advantage.

I wailed at the top of my lungs, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

"What?!" I shrieked. "My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?"

Before long, a crowd began to gather around me. Some people began to take my side.

"Leave her alone."

"Her husband just died! Why should she be denied the right to cry?"

"What kind of cold-hearted doctor are you? Have you never lost someone close to you? We don't mind at all, so why should you?"

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd.

"Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..."

Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

"You’re right. My husband was indeed at fault in this matter. So," I declared, "I’ve decided to use half of his inheritance to compensate the victim’s family, and the rest to help those in need. The things my husband left undone in life, I will complete them in his stead!"

After saying that, I pulled out my phone in front of everyone and made a call.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Dunn, the lawyer? I'd like to donate all of my husband's inheritance!"

I was fully aware that Christopher had won the lottery before this incident. He probably hadn't had the chance to transfer the money out of his account yet.

Just as I had expected, Emily's face immediately darkened at the mention of Christopher's inheritance. She forced herself to smile—though it looked more like a pained grimace—and quickly grabbed my hand.

"Yuna, Christopher never said anything about donating his inheritance. You mustn’t act impulsively!"

I shook off her hand, feigning innocence as I wiped away my tears. "Christopher was always a kind-hearted man. He knew he was at fault. If he were alive, I’m sure he’d agree with my decision."

The surrounding patients and their family members nodded in approval.

"It’s a fair resolution. The victim's family don't have it easy."

"It’s tough on both sides, but at least this brings some closure. It's simply unfortunate for both families."

Before long, my lawyer arrived with the inheritance transfer document.

Emily didn't want to see the money slip away, not when it was so close to becoming hers. Desperate, she lunged for the document in my hands.

"Yuna," she protested, "even if you want to donate Christopher’s inheritance, shouldn’t you discuss this with Mrs. Lumiere first? Christopher is gone. Without that money, how will she survive? I’ve already contacted her. I think she has the right to know about this!"

I had been wondering who Emily would contact, only to find out that it was my mother-in-law Lucy. Apparently, she was also in cahoots with all of them.

The only one kept in the dark was me.

At that moment, I recalled how Lucy wasted no time kicking me out right after Christopher died.

She had blamed me for his death, and then pressured me into signing the divorce papers after his funeral. She sold all of his assets and pocketed every single cent, leaving me with nothing. I begged her to take me in, only for her to treat me like a plague and drive me out of her house.

Looking back, it was clearly an excuse.

All along, Lucy had wanted to rid of the burden that was me. With me out of the picture, her family could live comfortably.

Now that I knew their game, I wouldn't let them get away with it—not this time.

I'd like to see how they would live the high life without a penny to their name!