Part 3Reborn to End His Line: My Revenge on My Heartless Husband.

I gathered all my strength and slapped Dr. Miller hard across the face.

He was stunned.

I howled uncontrollably:

"Why? My husband was such a good man! Why couldn't you save him?!"

Like a madwoman, I grabbed Dr. Miller's collar and started punching and kicking him.

In the chaos, I managed to land a few more solid hits on Kevin.

"Mrs. Davis, Mrs. Davis, calm down! I understand how you feel, but we need to take Mr. Davis to the morgue now," Dr. Miller stammered, rubbing his already swelling cheek.

I fell silent, staring at Dr. Miller, and said coolly:

"Okay. I'll go with you."

Dr. Miller hadn't expected this request and looked hesitant.

"Mrs. Davis, according to regulations, unauthorized personnel are not allowed in the hospital morgue."

I changed tactics:

"Fine, then I'll stay here with him. Kevin always hated the cold. I can't bear the thought of him lying in one of those cold drawers."

Dr. Miller looked troubled.

My actions were clearly throwing a wrench in their plans.

"Mrs. Davis, it's hot weather now. If Mr. Davis isn't taken to the morgue, the body will start to decompose quickly."

I replied firmly:

"I don't care."

Dr. Miller grew anxious.

But no matter how he tried to persuade me, I refused to leave Kevin's side.

Sweat beaded on Dr. Miller's forehead.

My lack of cooperation was making things difficult for him.

He quietly slipped out of the room and made a hushed phone call.

I sat silently by the bedside.

The thought of Kevin lying under that white sheet, enduring this minute by minute, almost made me laugh.

Twenty minutes later, my mother-in-law, Brenda Davis, burst in like a storm.

"You jinx! Are you trying to stop my son from resting in peace?"

Brenda pointed a finger right at my nose and started yelling.

I looked coldly at her fierce, unpleasant face.

In my past life, Brenda conspired with Kevin to deceive me, happily living off my hard work.

This time, I wouldn't be so weak.