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649words2026-01-26 09:05

My Husband Faked His Death for a $100 Million Lottery—So I Sent Him to Hell
In my past life, my husband suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died at his office.
By the time I reached the hospital, all I saw was his lifeless body.

Devastated, I vomited blood then and there, and from that day on, I became bedridden.
In my dying moments, I saw in the news that the winner of the $100 million lottery was none other than my deceased husband, and the one accompanying him to claim the prize was my so-called best friend.
I was so angry that I died on the spot.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my husband had just "died."
"Emily, you need to be strong, okay? Even though Nathan’s gone, you still have me, your best friend, I'll always be by your side."
Claire clung to me in the hospital, babbling endlessly.

Looking at my hands and feet, I realized I’d been reborn—back to the day Nathan "died."
In my past life, I got a call at work that Nathan had been rushed to the hospital due to a brain hemorrhage. By the time I arrived, he was pronounced dead.
The continuous overtime work and grief made me spit blood, leading to a serious illness that left me unable to get out of bed.
Not did my mother-in-law hid my condition from my parents, and she also took me to home and gave up on treatment.

It wasn't until my dying moments that I saw on TV the winner of the $100 million lottery was my already deceased husband.
And standing next to my husband was my so-called best friend Claire.
Snapping back, I glared at Claire’s hypocritical face.
She must already know by this time that Nathan had won the lottery. They were plotting to disappear and keep the money for themselves.
"Emily, don’t be too sad. You're not in good health to begin with—don't let Nathan’s death breaks you."
I pushed her hand away, and said calmly, “Where’s Nathan’s body? Take me to him.”
Claire froze, seemingly not expecting my composure.
“In the ward.”
I walked into the ward, seeing Nathan was covered with a white sheet.
Before I lifted it, Claire tried to stop me, saying I couldn’t handle it.
I pushed her away, lifted the sheet, and saw Nathan lay there peacefully, cheeks rosy, not looking like someone who had died at all.
No matter how much I tried to move him, there was no response. They must have used some method on him.
Since that was the case, I directly called the crematorium, "Hello, my husband has passed away. I want to send him for cremation now."
Claire panicked immediately. "No, it's too early to send him now."
I eyed her coldly. "What are we keeping a dead body here for? It's painful for us living people to see."
“His mother needs to see him for the last time.”
Claire was extremely anxious, afraid I would take Nathan away.
I smirked, "My mother-in-law's health is not good, she wouldn't be able to handle it. It's better to cremate him sooner."
Claire gritted her teeth, rushing to call his mother, Margaret.
I sneered, wanting to see what tricks they would use to stop me.
'Nathan, you love playing dead, huh? I’ll send you to hell for real.'
When the crematorium van arrived, Margaret stormed in, just as the workers loaded Nathan in the van.
“You witch! Our family are doomed for marrying you. You killed my son and now don’t let me see him the last time!”
As soon as Margaret showed up, she threw herself to make a scene.
“You’re in such a hurry to cremate my son? Are you eager to see lover! Our family’s cursed with a vixen like you. Why didn’t you die with him?”