Five Years Dead, He Still Wants Me To Take The Fall

Synopsis

Five years after my death, my doctor husband, Yosef Sherman, once again tried to force me to take the fall for his first love's medical malpractice. He burst into my old apartment, clutching a forged consent form, only to find it empty, coated in dust. Frantic, he grabbed the convenience store owner downstairs and demanded to know where I was. The owner told him, "Nina Foster? She died five years ago. "They say the family from that medical dispute couldn't accept the outcome. They charged into her rental with a knife and stabbed her over a dozen times." Yosef refused to believe it. He was convinced the owner had taken my money to lie for him. He arched a brow and sneered, "So I got her suspended for two years, and now she's throwing a tantrum? "Tell her this—if she doesn't show up within three days, I'm cutting off her sister's cancer treatment." With that, he stormed out, still cursing. The owner watched him leave, shaking his head with a sigh. "What sister? The girl died long ago from lack of treatment."