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After five years of marriage, my husband cheated on me.
On my way to catch him in the act, I saw someone.
It was my pure love, my ex-boyfriend.
But he was supposed to be dead.
That day, he had lain motionless in a pool of blood.

The Resurrected Ex

"Melody, why are you sleeping in the guest room?" I keenly noticed that as soon as I woke up, he quickly put on a concerned expression.


"I haven't been sleeping well lately. Your snoring at night was giving me a headache, so I switched rooms to sleep," I replied nonchalantly.


When I mentioned the headache, a sharp glint flashed in Damien's eyes.


"Take your medicine, it'll help with your sleep and headache." There was a glass of water and two pills on the nightstand.


Getting impatient already? If I hadn't thought about trying to get pregnant and stopped the medication early, I'd probably be in a psych ward by now, calling out with no response from heaven or earth.


I took the medicine without hesitation, tilting my head back to swallow it with the water.


After coming home yesterday, I had already switched the pills for regular health supplements.


There was no visible difference in appearance.


Chapter 6