The wife died during childbirth, and it turned out to be part of her husband's sinister plot.Chapter 2

The images showed my life with Jack.

The first scene was how Jack and I met and fell in love.

Jack's path to adulthood was tough; his dad was a gambling addict, and his mom was missing.

He grew up in a violent environment.

In his hardest times, he met me.

I was his only hope during his youth.

The second scene was Jack and I ending a ten-year relationship and getting married.

After college, Jack rose rapidly, becoming the CEO of a public company with our family's help.

We entered marriage amidst everyone's blessings.

We became the model couple everyone envied.

The third scene was my married life.

It gave me chills.

To my current self, it seemed more like a horror story, exhausting my future life.

After having the third child, I was required to stay home with the kids.

Endless household chores drove me crazy.

The kids resented me, and Jack stopped coming home.

This marriage turned me from a wealthy and leisurely rich girl into a complete madwoman.

Later, I got pregnant again, and Jack wanted to keep it.

He said, "Children are a blessing. They are the hope for the future."

"Since we have a bond with this child, let's have it."

I listened.

On the day I died of massive hemorrhage giving birth to the fourth child, Jack was in the office flirting with his secretary.

Another image showed him chatting with another woman.

"I wanted to drive her crazy and send her to a psychiatric hospital, but dying works too."

"I've had enough of her for so many years."

"Now her family's company is mine too. Who dares say I live off a woman now!"

"That old hag is dead, Lily, we can finally be together openly."

A piercing screech brought my soul back.

The truck screeched to a halt just in front of me, its bumper grazing my knee.

Jack finally reacted and ran towards me.

"Rose, are you okay?"

He pretended to care, but his first reaction was to reach for the bank card in my hand.

I dodged him.

He asked confusedly, "What's wrong? Weren't you going to give it to me?"

As he spoke, he accidentally showed me the wounds on his arm again.

I originally wondered if the images I'd seen were just illusions in my mind.

But Jack's series of actions made me realize that was my future!

I suddenly became clear-headed.

Everything was just his ploy.

He wanted me to willingly become his endless source of support.

Don't count on bad genes to win the lottery; he's just like his dad.

I smiled brightly and put the card back in my bag.

"You're right; taking money from a woman is indeed shameful."

"I was thinking too much. Your dad hitting you is deserved,"

"If he doesn't vent at home, he'd take it out on society. Bear more of it, consider it a contribution to society."

Jack was instantly angry: "Rose, what's wrong with you? You never talked like this before."

"Do you know how hurtful it is to talk like this? Don't say things like that again!"

I laughed: "Being beaten by your dad every day is fine, but a few words from me hurt you?"

"I really don't know whether to call you fragile or thick-skinned."