Because of my overtime work, my husband didn’t wait for me. My boss gave me a ride home, but we got into a car accident.

My boss died, and I became paralyzed from the neck down.

Netizens scolded us as adulterers.

Not only did my husband not defend me, but he also tearfully told netizens that his wife just made a careless mistake.

He recorded a video of him taking care of me without holding any grudges.

In the video, he wiped my feet and washed my hair. Besides, he held my hand and sang love songs to prevent me from suicide.

But in private, he tightened my tongue with iron wires, scratched my scalp with steel needles, and rubbed my back with steel wool.

In this way, he became the most loyal person on the internet, gaining a load of followers and earning a lot through tips and advertising.

As for me, I was tortured to death by him.

After rebirth, I swore to send him to hell!

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“Guys, Let’s call it today. I’m going to take care of my wife. Thanks for your clicking and attention. Thank you a lot. See you tomorrow!”

The smile of my husband, Peter Smith, stopped at the moment the live stream ended.

I was so scared that I shrank my neck. I couldn’t speak because my tongue was strangled by a wire. I could only make cooing noises.

I begged him to let me go with piteous eyes and perpetual cries.

But he still came to me and pulled out an iron needle he had sharpened from the pillow. He turned my head and scratched the back of my head hard.

“Ah... Ah...”

One by one.

I was in so much pain that I was about to faint. However, the screams made him even more excited.

He changed from scratching my head to poking.

“How dare you cry! It must be you who told the reporter something, which led to so many people online blackening me recently!”

Peter’s expression was even more ferocious than mine, like an evil in hell. He blamed everything on me, even forgetting that I couldn’t move below my neck and couldn’t speak even if I had a mouth.

I was in extreme pain, and I didn’t know where the strength came from. I violently shook off Peter’s hand pressing on my head.

Peter didn’t have time to pull his hand back. That ten-millimeter-long needle was forcefully inserted into my temple.

Before I died, I saw Peter freeze for a moment. But soon, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After I died, perhaps God thought I hadn’t suffered enough, so he had my soul float in mid-air, witnessing Peter’s outrageous schemes.

For example, he cried his eyes out in front of my parents at first and said that he hadn’t taken care of me well.

And then he held onto my ashes box and refused to let me go until he fainted from crying.

All of this was captured by the people he arranged and posted online. He firmly established a profile of a good man, shedding tears in his livestreaming room and reaping abundant rewards.

After turning off the live stream, he curled up with his mistress in bed.

I was angry and was about to seek revenge, but suddenly I was sucked into a huge vortex.

When I woke up again, I was shocked to find that I was reborn!

When I opened my eyes again, I was in my boss’s office.

My boss, Andy Wilson, waved his hand in front of me and said, “Emma, what are you staring at, huh? Hurry up to make copies and tidy up before leaving.”

“Mr. Wilson? You’re still alive?”

Just after being reborn, I blurted out and even reached out to touch his face to see if it was warm.

Andy was probably stunned and forgot to dodge.

My hand touched his left cheek, warm and elastic, not a dead person.

“E... Emma, does that mean... your husband is still outside?” Andy seemed to be shocked and his words were incoherent. By now, I had accepted the fact that I had been reborn.

Outside the shutters, the city was covered in heavy snow.

I held the documents tightly in my hand, and memories from the past lives flooded my mind.

This day in a previous life, Peter didn’t wait for me to drive home after work, so I had to take a taxi.

But the snow was too heavy, and our company was in a remote location. I stood at the company’s entrance and almost turned into a snowman without catching a single car.

In the end, Andy parked the car in front of me and kindly sent me home.

But unexpectedly, at the nearest intersection to my home, a large truck skidded and crashed straight into us.

Andy died on the spot, and I became paralyzed from the neck down.

Because it was during rush hour, there were many onlookers. The two of us were photographed and posted online. Netizens quickly spread the news that Andy was divorced and I was married.

There were various speculations and rumors online.

Until my husband Peter liked a news about my affair.

The internet was flooded with accusations of me being shameless and us being adulterers.

Peter showed me the messages on his phone one by one.

I couldn’t move my body, but I was conscious. I explained it to him over and over again, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he took a thin wire and walked towards me.

Under my terrified gaze, he walked to the end of the bed and pulled my feet down halfway.

Then he came up to me, stepped on my hair on the bed, and tightly clamped my head with his legs.

He poked my lips with the wire. When I opened my mouth out of pain, he pulled out my tongue and quickly folded it in half, winding it around with the wire.

I will never forget my screaming and his smile when he wiped the blood from the corners of my mouth.

“Be good. I believe that you haven’t cheated.”

“Of course, I will take good care of you!”

“But before that, you have to be silent.”

From then on, Peter presented himself as a loyal man to his cheating wife.

Setting up the camera, he tearfully begged me not to give up on myself, not to hurt myself anymore, and not to do anything self-destructive.

In the video he took, he carefully washed every toe for me, but no one knew that only my feet and head were in good condition.

After he turned off the camera, my back, buttocks, and any part of my body that touched the bed were covered in unhealed bedsores.

My lower body was rotten and smelly. Only when someone came to interview me would Peter wear a mask and gloves to scrub me vigorously with steel wool.

Even worse, Peter had sex in front of me with another woman whom I knew best.

Through their conversation, I learned that Peter had already cheated on me long ago!