My husband tells me he's a wanted fugitive. He doesn't want to drag me down with him, so he turns himself in and tells me to marry another.

My heart aches for him. I scrimp and save to raise our son while waiting for him to be released from prison.

It's only when my hair has gone gray that I learn the truth—I see him holding his true love's hand as they go shopping. They buy luxury products like they cost nothing.

Only then do I understand that he pretended to be thrown behind bars to be rid of me and our son.

When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my husband pretended to be a fugitive. I immediately call the police and give them the evidence of his crimes.

He likes acting like a fugitive, doesn't he? He can spend the rest of his life behind bars, then.

We were sitting at the dining table. My husband, Martin Short, was looking at me in sorrow as he said, "I'm really sorry, Louise. I've been hiding something from you throughout our marriage. But now, I can no longer bear the weight of my conscience."

My heart skipped a beat as I hastily looked around, only to confirm that I had indeed been reborn. I had gone back in time to the day Martin pretended to be a wanted fugitive!

As I looked at the insincere act he was putting on now, I felt nauseated.

Martin continued to bury his head and sob.

"To be honest with you, Louise, I'm a wanted fugitive. When I was still an 18-year-old teenager, I robbed someone for money, and the man died. He had a wife and a child. I have no idea how they survived without him. I feel the need to pay for my actions now."

Sniffling through his tears, he grabbed my hand and continued, "As my wife, you'll support me, right?"

My son, Daniel Short, and my mother-in-law, Patricia Oswald, were both seated at the dining table too. However, neither one seemed flustered by what was happening.

Honestly, I was tempted to laugh. It turned out that every single one of them knew the truth. I was the only one who was kept in the dark.

In my previous lifetime, to make up for Martin's actions, I would head over to the supposed victim's house and bow in apology to her every holiday.

I even used what little money I had left after feeding my own family to buy the victim's family presents. To do so, I had to subsist on nothing but bread and water.

Just moments before I died, I found out that the woman to which Martin made me atone for his sins on his behalf was none other than Whitney Lewis, his true love.

The so-called widow and child left behind by his victim was in reality his mistress and the child that came from his affair.

The whole time, I felt glad I could do something on Martin's behalf while he was in prison. Thus, the thought of them playing me for a fool the whole time while secretly making fun of how stupid I looked, infuriated me to no end.

Back at the dining table, Patricia began pounding her thighs.

She exclaimed, "You have ruined us all! What did we ever do to deserve this? Our family has always lived an honest, decent life. How did we end up with a rotten son like you? You even took a man's life! Come! I'm taking you to the police station to turn yourself in!"

Patricia pulled Martin out of his chair and started heading for the door.

Martin took my hand and gazed at me affectionately. Then, he said, "I'm sorry, Louise. You'll have to look after Danny on your own now."

When he turned to leave, my heart missed a beat.

Feigning sorrow, I called out to Patricia, "No matter what he did, he's still your son. Why don't I take him to the police station instead? I have a friend who's a lawyer. Maybe we can see if Martin can get a more lenient sentence."

That was a lie, of course. Why would I know a lawyer? I was just trying to scare them.

"No!" Martin and Patricia cried out at the same time.

Patricia sported a rather awkward expression as she said, "Didn't you say you've been suffering from a sore back lately? This won't be an easy trip. I can take Martin myself."

"Why don't you guys want me to go? Could it be that Martin never committed any crime at all, and you're just trying to fool me?" I asked doubtfully.

Upon hearing that, Daniel quickly lowered his head and averted his eyes. He was too afraid to say anything.

On the other hand, Patricia berated me for coming up with an excuse to abandon Martin.

Even Martin sported a hurt expression. He said, "I know it'll be hard for you to raise Danny by yourself, Louise, but why would I lie about something like that?"

Gritting his teeth, he seemed to have come to a major decision.

"Louise, once I'm in prison, feel free to remarry. Mom can raise Danny. I don't want to burden you with this. You're still so young. I'm sure you can find a better guy out there. I've left the divorce agreement on the desk for you."

"I don't want to leave you, Daddy!"

At least, it was Daniel's turn to take the stage. He ran over to Martin and hugged his legs. As for Martin, he stood there with a brave face. He looked like a righteous, heroic man.

If I weren't the victim of their schemes, I would've applauded them for their acting. It was certainly worthy of receiving the top accolades in the entertainment industry.

Nodding along, I took my phone out and said, "I'll call the police then! They can come and pick Martin up right here. That way, Mom won't have to make the trip either."

Once Martin heard that, his expression fell. He kept shooting looks at Patricia to signal her.

Startled, she quickly piped up. "Louise is right. You know what? Why don't you stay here and get some rest first, Louise? I'll visit the victim's family with Martin so that he can apologize to them. After all, we have wronged them."

Clearly, they were trying to distract me and keep me from doing anything that would ruin their plan. I nodded along and pretended to be deeply worried as I headed to the bedroom.

The time wasn't right yet.

I checked the money I had left in my bank account—the 300 thousand dollars I had before I got married remained untouched. To prevent Martin from secretly taking this money away, I transferred it to a different account.

Then, I started searching the bedroom, only to find that one of the bank debit cards had gone missing.

After I got married to Martin, the two of us would transfer our monthly salary into the same bank account to pay for our expenses. And now, the card for that account had gone missing.

It was obvious who took it.

With a sinking feeling in my heart, I searched through my closet. All of my jewelry, branded bags, and luxury items had been replaced with fakes!

My heart was pounding wildly. Martin was truly a vicious man!

He didn't leave a single penny to me, and yet, he made me compensate Whitney for his supposed crime as well as financially support Daniel and Patricia. Meanwhile, he got to wash his hands off everything.

Well, to hell with that! I swiftly hired a private investigation firm and asked them to look into a few things for me.

Still, I couldn't escape from the shadows that haunted me.

Just as I was about to doze off, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, Patricia started crying out in anguish.

She looked like she was about to faint. "T-That woman handed Martin over to the authorities without even letting him come home and see us one last time."

Daniel came running out of his room and clutched Patricia's legs tightly while crying out, "Daddy! I want Daddy…"

Pretending to be shocked, I slumped to the floor with a look of despair on my face.

"How could this happen?" I cried while hugging Daniel. "What am I supposed to do without Martin? How are we going to live?"

However, my sadness was merely a mask. Deep down inside, I was positively overjoyed.

Martin sure knew how to cover his tracks. Here he was pretending to have been arrested when he went over to apologize. That way, he wouldn't actually end up in police custody.

"Mom, I want to see Martin," I said to Patricia.

She quickly dismissed that idea by saying, "The police said he's not allowed to meet with his family right now."

Her eyes flickered in thought before she suggested, "Since Martin has been arrested, it's best if we can provide the victim's family with some financial compensation. That way, he can get a lighter sentence too."

While wiping her tears, she quickly shot a look at Daniel, who instantly started wailing. He grabbed my hand and said, "Mommy, you need to save Daddy!"

I sneered to myself. What a brilliant scheme this was. Patricia was clearly expecting me to give money to Whitney and her child. She was playing me for a fool!

Nodding, I said, "You're right, Mom. I'll go get the debit card."

As I turned back into the bedroom, Patricia's eyes flashed with glee.

I grabbed the debit card, but after mulling it over briefly, I set it back down and took the evidence in Martin's desk drawer instead.

Soon, we arrived at Whitney's house. She opened the door with a look of grief, but I detected the same haughtiness I always sensed from her in my previous lifetime.

While glaring at us, she questioned, "Why did you come here? Have you not done enough to hurt my child and me already?"

She was holding the hand of a scrawny little girl while acting all emotional and despairing. Anyone who didn't know the truth would truly believe she was having a hard time after her husband had died.

Upon hearing what Whitney said, Patricia kneeled before her. She pulled Daniel down with her.

Sniffling, she said, "Whitney, we know this is all our fault. We have done a terrible thing to you and your family. You can do whatever you want to me. You can even beat me up if you want, but please forgive Martin."

She made a slip of the tongue that confirmed my suspicions.

However, I couldn't believe she wanted me to get on my knees and apologize to Whitney too. What a joke! Why would I, Martin's legally wedded wife, have to apologize to his mistress? I wasn't an idiot!

I flung Patricia's hand off, making her stumble. She ended up banging her head against the floor. The pain made her gasp.

"Mom, how did you know her name is Whitney?" I asked suspiciously.

Patricia's eyes flickered. Ignoring the pain, she hastily tried to explain herself by coming up with a lie. "I-I didn't at first, but when I brought Martin over, he told me that since we owe Whitney, we need to make it up to her."

"That's right. Daddy mentioned that before," Daniel added helpfully.

I glanced at Daniel, feeling chilled to the bone.

My own son went along with the scheme, allowing me to be tricked into working like a slave for Whitney for decades, just because Martin had lied to him and promised to buy him a new racing car.

He was nothing but an ingrate!

I took a closer look at the young girl who was eyeing us warily. Once I realized she shared a remarkable resemblance to me, an outrageous possibility came to mind.

Whitney surreptitiously hid the little girl from view before eyeing me. Then, she declared, "You want me to forgive him? Sure. Give me 500 thousand dollars, and not a penny less! I won't forgive him otherwise!"

As if to prove how firm her stance was, she turned back inside and proceeded to act as if she was about to slam the door shut.

When I didn't move at all, Patricia panicked and grabbed the door.

Whitney, who didn't get to close the door in time, snapped in contempt, "Leave! I don't want to see you people ever again! If not for you guys, my husband wouldn't have died!"

Patricia swiftly got to her knees and pleaded, "I'm begging you, Louise! Please save Martin. If you do, I'll wait on you hand and foot! He's my only son! Please save my son!"

She cried her heart out.

Even though I didn't show it, I was snorting on the inside. It looked like she was begging me, but in reality, she was backing me into a corner. She was certain I would give in!

"What are you doing, Mom? Martin and I are husband and wife. Don't worry. I'll find a way to save Martin."

I quickly helped Patricia back onto her feet. Patricia was thrilled, and even Whitney had a smug look on her face—but it only lasted a second.

Showing Whitney the document folder I had been hiding behind my back, I sighed and said, "Mom is right about one thing. Since Martin has decided to do the honorable, righteous thing, I shouldn't let him be subjected to any kind of gossip either.

"Here's the evidence of Martin's crimes. I'll take it to the police station for him so that the police won't come searching our house for it."

Once I finished speaking, I pretended to leave.

All the color drained out of Daniel's face. He started trembling. Meanwhile, Patricia quickly blocked my path.

Even Whitney was agitated. She seemed caught between two difficult choices. Either she gave up on the money, or Martin would actually be arrested. It was no surprise she was panicking now.

After stopping me, Patricia ushered me back toward the house where Whitney kindly let us in.

Patricia told me to go home and look after Daniel. She would take the evidence to the police station for me. She even said in concern, "You must be tired from running around all day, Louise. Here, have some water."

She passed me the glass of water on the table. Just as I reached out for it, I noticed something suspended in the water at the bottom of the glass.

Whitney also started putting on a show. "You don't need to turn in any evidence. I trust that Martin didn't do it on purpose."

Hah! She was claiming that someone who committed robbery and killed the victim after hadn't done it on purpose! What a joke that was.

After inwardly mocking her, I set the glass of water aside and declared in all righteousness, "No, Whitney. I know my husband has caused you a lot of pain and grief. I'm sure that if he were here right now, he would agree with my actions too. Rest assured, for I'll make sure that you get the justice you deserve."

Pretending to have made my mind up, I called for a cab. As I headed out of the house, I called the police.

"Hi, I'd like to make a police report. My name is Louise Henderson. My husband is Martin Short. I have evidence to prove that in 2003, he was involved in a robbery…"

I got into the cab despite Patricia and Whitney's best efforts to stop me, but they continued to pound on the window while shouting my name.

I told the cab driver to drive off, leaving them behind. Immediately, I started getting an influx of messages on my phone.

"Louise! If you dare report Martin to the police, I'll make you pay!"

"Louise, we can discuss the situation with Martin at length. Come back here, and we'll talk about it. Perhaps he won't need to receive such a harsh sentence. Do come back first!"

Whitney pretended to be generous. It sounded as if she didn't care that much about her dead husband after all.

Even Martin, who was hiding in a corner nearby, sent me an insincere message. "Don't worry about me, Louise. Just take good care of our son. I don't want you to have to suffer too much because of me."

The constant rush of messages proved just how anxious all three of them were.

Just then, a DNA test report fell out of the document folder. With trembling hands, I picked it up, and it confirmed my suspicions.

By the time I looked up again, I had already arrived at the police station.

I smirked to myself. This time, I was going to make Martin's words come true and let him rot away in prison!

A young police officer gestured at me and said, "Are you here to make a report? Come with me so that I can take your statement."

But after hearing what I said, he looked confused.

"No one named Martin Short turned themselves in. Are you sure it's not a mistake?"

I pursed my lips. My phone kept buzzing, and the influx of messages filled me with dread. I was afraid that they would stop me just before I could seal the deal and then claim I was making a false police report.

Thus, I swiftly handed over the evidence I had with me and swore, "It can't be a mistake, officer. Just earlier today, my husband told me that he committed the crime and was going to turn himself in. I tried to stop him, but he refused to listen to me."

The young police officer nodded approvingly. "It's good that he's willing to atone for his crimes!"

Despite his doubts, he started making an official record of my statement.

A few minutes later, Patricia, who was usually so weak that she couldn't help out with the house chores, appeared at the police station. She rushed right over to me and grabbed the document folder. She tore up all of the papers inside.

Pretending to panic, I exclaimed, "Mom! How could you—"