I Sent My Husband To The Crematorium

Synopsis

In my previous life, I casually mentioned I wanted some ravioli, and my husband, Andrew, for the first time ever, put work aside to get them for me. But he ended up dying in a so-called "accident." Before I could even see him one last time, my mother-in-law, Miranda, dragged me to a church and prayed for three days and three nights. When I finally got out, all that was left of him was a box of ashes. I struggled through hell to pay off the three million dollars in gambling debts he left me with. I worked myself sick, and in the end, Miranda sold me off to a cripple in the mountains for just 1,500 dollars. I miscarried three times in that pigsty. Right before I died, I saw Andrew, who was supposed to be dead, pull up in a luxury car, his mistress in his arms. He kicked me in the chest and said, "After all these years, you're even more pathetic than animals." When I came to, I found myself back on the day Andrew "died." He lay in the hospital bed, cheeks rosy, chest gently rising and falling. I wiped away my tears and called the crematorium. He liked playing dead? This time, I would make sure he stayed dead for real.