Part 2Husband Faked His Death After Winning Millions – I Made It Real

“Sister-in-law, death cannot be undone. Please accept your condolences and move on,” attending physician Jasper "Jazz" Collins comforted me.

He was also a good friend of my husband, Blake Sterling.

I touched my face, smooth and delicate, whereas in my previous life, after contracting numerous diseases, my face was covered with dense pustules.

I realized I had been reborn!

Blake Sterling's “corpse” lay peacefully on the bed, covered from feet to head with a white cloth.

I bawled loudly, rushing forward to tear off the white cloth.

“You bastard, how many times have I told you not to drink, not to drink, and you just didn’t listen. Now you just closed your eyes and left me alone in this world, so lonely. How am I going to live?”

As I cried heart-wrenchingly, I slapped him hard.

Blake’s face turned red from my slaps, but his body remained motionless, likely because he was given a sedative or similar drug; he couldn’t move, but his consciousness was still present.

Seeing Blake’s face turn red, Jazz quickly came over to stop me.

Because the dead don’t blush.

“Sister-in-law, please calm down. I know you’re deeply grieving, but venting your frustration on Blake’s corpse is of no use,” Jazz stood in front of the “corpse.”

Jazz and Blake were in cahoots.

In the entire scheme to fake death, Jazz was key. He was the attending physician responsible for declaring Blake dead and issuing the death certificate.

“Jazz, as a renowned doctor, you couldn’t even save your best friend. How can you live with that?” I cried, using all my strength to hit him.

“Sister-in-law, I did my best…” Jazz winced in pain, “Stop hitting me. When Blake was brought in, it was already too late to save him.”

I ignored his explanations; I just wanted to beat him up. This bastard, in my previous life, helped Blake fake his death, causing me to bear enormous debts and live a life worse than death.

“You and he are sworn brothers. You promised not to seek the same birth year, month, and day, but to die on the same year, month, and day. Now, go die and join my husband below.” I transformed into a shrew, scratching him hard, leaving his face bruised.

“Sister-in-law, that was just a joke after drinking.”

“Smack!” I, holding back tears of grievance, gave him two hard slaps.

“Sworn brothers are under heaven’s witness, but you called it a joke? While my husband saw you as a brother, you see him as a monkey? I now seriously doubt you didn’t try your best to save my husband.”

Jazz looked embarrassed, “Sister-in-law, I swear, I did my utmost to save Blake, but I’m not a god; it was truly beyond saving.”

I collapsed to the ground, sobbing, “Husband, wake up! How could you abandon me alone…”

“Sister-in-law, no matter how much you grieve, Blake won’t come back. Please take care of yourself.” He said, handing me a bottle of water. “Drink some to calm down.”

“Drinking more water won’t ease my inner pain.” I directly smashed the water bottle on his head.

In my previous life, I drank this water, then passed out. When I woke up, my mother-in-law was already holding Blake’s urn.

So, this water must be tainted.

“Ah!” He cried out in pain, “Sister-in-law, don’t go too far.”

“Too far? You, as my husband’s brother, didn’t shed a single tear, and yet you say I’m too far?”

Jazz hesitated, looking guilty, “I… I’m deeply saddened.”