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After being killed by my husband's first love, I begged the Lord of the Underworld for three months straight just to get a one-week return pass. When I woke up again, I was back in the home I hadn't seen for three months. Michael threw a cup at me. He shouted, "Where have you been all this time? Ran off with some other man? "Go make me lunch. I'm starving." The shattered pieces cut my forehead. But I couldn't feel any pain. From the moment I came back, every bit of pain meant for me would be passed on to his beloved Emily. One week was more than enough time to make them pay.