After I Died In the Er, I Went On a Killing Spree

I took my one-year-old son on a vacation, but a brake failure caused a severe car crash.

My son and I were rushed to the hospital's emergency room for surgery, but the blood bank was out of stock.

The doctor immediately contacted my husband, Brent.

He refused to donate blood for us, no matter what.

In the end, my son and I died on the operating table due to excessive blood loss.

Brent brought another woman and her child home.

He used my compensation to throw her a dream wedding, living happily ever after while trampling on the bones of my son and me.

I died with a heart full of hatred.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the car accident.

This time, I'm going to make him pay for everything I've been through!