My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces.

When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly.

She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body.

I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad.

In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio.

However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes.

My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me.

Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight.

But none of this was true.

I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling.

Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence.

However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints.

I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband.

My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire.

In jail, I was retaliated and died.

When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.

"Honey, no matter how important your business is, please take good care of your health."

Samuel was gentle and considerate as usual. He placed the tonic on my desk.

Although his voice was gentle, a chill came creeping over me.

When I had a car accident five years ago, Samuel passed by, saved me in time, and sent me to the hospital.

Then we fell in love and got married. He took good care of me, and others were jealous that I had such a perfect husband.

But all of this was an illusion.

In my previous life, my bestie, Turi Landon, played Samuel's recording at the site. In it, he accused me of gambling and forcing him to pay off my debts.

Until that moment, I had no idea Samuel harbored a grudge against me. After all, he had always been a gentle and caring husband, and I lived with him day and night without ever suspecting his true feelings.

"Honey, why are you absent-minded today?"

Samuel's concerned voice pulled me back to the present.

He had changed his clothes and was about to leave.

He was my closest person once. When I looked at him, my heart uncontrollably beat violently.

It's today.

On this day in my previous life, Samuel said goodbye to me and worked overtime in the studio. Soon, an explosion occurred.

When I arrived at the site, I even couldn't find his body—only a pile of scorched ashes remained.

Holding his ashes at that time, I nearly broke down.

However, in public, my bestie, Turi, accused me of killing my husband to seize the family property. She said I was heartless.

Turi said that my husband had asked for help from her before he died. She said I had cheated on him many times and had amassed a mountain of gambling debts. He wanted a divorce, but I had threatened to kill him.

When I panicked and explained, my mother arrived.

I was relieved and collapsed in tears, thinking I could count on my mother's support. She had always loved me.

To my surprise, she accused me publicly, "Samuel treated you well. How could you have had the heart to kill him?

"I told you many times. Now that you got married, you should be loyal to your husband. But you stole his wage card for gambling and took men home every day!

"Even if you had no feelings for him, you couldn't be so villainous!

"You wouldn't lose much even if you divorced him and gave him half the family property. You were blinded by money and forced him to die!"

My mother's words were filled with bitter hatred.

She described me as a lecherous and ruthless woman.

My explanations crumbled under the weight of accusations from my bestie, my husband, and my mother.

I was drowned in curses. When the police arrived, I thought I had finally found hope.

To my surprise, the police issued the check-in records of me and male escorts, my gambling records, and the psychological counseling history of my husband.

What was worse, the police found my diamond necklace and fingerprints at the explosion site.

With so much evidence, I couldn't contradict it.

For an instant, the indignant crowd surrounded me.

"She looks pretty, but she is evil indeed!"

"Her husband treated her well, but she killed him!"

"She should be punished! Luckily, her mother is righteous!"

"Shoot her! She deserves to die for murdering!"

The furious crowd attacked me with the broken glass at the explosion site. The burning metal fragments cut my skin.

I was covered with wounds. Indelible ugly scars were felt on my cheeks.

Some people used their phones to live stream crazily. Millions of people online swarmed into the live stream and watched it.

In a blaze of abuse, I suffered from the most malicious language violence.

Finally, it was my mother who sent me to the jail.

Life in jail was as horrible as hell. Some prisoners maliciously targeted me. Under their abuse, I passed away soon.

Before I died, I still couldn't understand why my gentle considerate husband and my bestie colluded in framing me for having affairs and gambling.

More confusingly, why did my mother have the heart to lie and push me to a dead end? After all, she loved me all the time.

In this life, I would unmask the truth and prove my innocence!

...

I kept calm and looked at Samuel.

When he was about to leave, I grabbed him gently and said, "Honey, can you lend me your phone? My phone is out of power. I need to contact my assistant."

Samuel took out his phone and said, "The password is your birthday. You know it."

After he said so, he turned his back to me and packed his briefcase with ease.

He looked natural and defenseless.

However, the franker he was, the more uneasy I felt. His poised attitude made me more suspicious.

I made an excuse, went to the study, and checked his phone.

I checked the address book, social Apps, and album.

I checked everywhere suspicious.

However, except for me, there were no traces of other women in Samuel's phone.

He had never contacted Turi.

His phone was full of my traces. Even the background of his social Apps was our photo.

He didn't look like a man without feelings for his wife and wanted a divorce.

When I was lost in thought, Samuel reminded me outside the door gently, "Honey, it's time for me to leave."

I hesitated, tugged at his clothes, and said, "Can you stay at home with me today?"

Samuel stroked my hair with affection and smiled, "I have such an excellent wife. Of course, I need to work hard. The new project is at a critical moment. I must keep an eye on it."

I pretended to be wronged and said, "Is your work more important than me?"

Samuel said gently, "Silly girl, you're my whole world. You're beautiful. I would like to be with you every day."

His handsome face was full of affection.

He kissed my forehead gently and said, "I love you most. Don't overthink it."

I felt more confused but didn't reveal it in front of him.

Not long after Samuel left, Turi suddenly arrived.

My mother said, "Turi, why didn't you tell us that you would come here? I didn't have time to prepare."

My mother walked quickly out of the kitchen and warmly invited Turi to the living room.

My mother and Turi looked polite and aloof. It seemed that they were not familiar with each other and didn't contact each other behind my back.

I stood up to make coffee and observed Turi's move secretly.

Turi carried an exquisite imported fruit gift box, gracefully smoothed her dress, and said, "Auntie, I brought it here for you and Olivia."

My mother picked up the freshest fruit, washed it, handed it to me, and said, "It's the fruit that Turi brought for you. Have a taste."

I forced myself to eat it and had mixed feelings.

After my father passed away five years ago, my mother and I lived together and helped each other.

I dealt with the family business, and my mother took good care of me.

I thought we were the closest mother and daughter in the world. However, my mother pushed me to a dead end.

Noting that I was absent-minded, Turi asked, "What's wrong with you, Olivia? You don't look well.

"Would you like to go to see a doctor? I will go with you."

Turi said as she picked up the car key in her bag.

I shook my head and temporized her, "I didn't sleep well. I just need to take a rest."

Turi doubtfully touched my forehead and exposed a twisted scar on her waist.

The scar stung my eyes and made me feel more confused.

In my previous life, Turi was close to me. She was like my sister.

She was gentle and generous. When we were in college, she took good care of me. Others misunderstood we were sisters.

After graduation, I invited her to hold the post of an important position. I trusted her.

But she refused every time. She said that our friendship couldn't be valued by benefits. She just liked me.

When I was seriously ill and needed a kidney, she donated me a kidney without hesitation to save me.

I often felt lucky that I had such a good friend.

I didn't expect my most trusted bestie to destroy my life a few hours later.

What was sadder, my mother, who loved me so much all the time, would be the accomplice in killing me.

What was going on?

...

There were only three hours left until the explosion.

After Turi left, my mother went to play cards as usual.

I had no clues and could only drive to watch Samuel's studio far away.

I would be accused of killing my husband and be cursed. I would be tortured in the dark and damp cell and die miserably in the end. Such an ending wrenched at my heart. I had the impulse to rush into the studio to stop everything.

What had happened in my previous life was too sudden. I even didn't have the time to consider it.

Luckily, I got another chance. This time, I wouldn't be bullied!

Staring at the light from the studio, I had a brainstorm.

Why did Samuel suddenly accuse me of cheating on him and gambling? How did he get the evidence and the diagnosis from the hospital?

If Turi regarded me as her bestie, why didn't she tell me when she found it strange? On the contrary, she showed up to accuse me when it broke out.

My mother and I had lived together and helped each other for so many years. Why did my mother back up Turi when it broke it?

I had so many questions and couldn't figure them out. My mind was in a mess.

I leaned against the steering wheel and tried my best to calm myself down. It was a play of time.

I carefully thought about the traces of my previous life. After an hour and a half, suddenly, I had a moment of enlightenment!

I couldn't wait to contact my assistant and say, "Investigate these things at all costs right now!"

After I hung up, I felt uneasy. My hands were covered with cold sweat.

I felt as if time had somehow been stretched. My heart beat fast.