Dream Reading

On the third day after my death, my five-year-old daughter finally realized something was wrong.
She was afraid of the dark at night, but I didn't hold her to sleep.
She was hungry, and I didn’t cook for her.
She lifted the quilt trying to pull me up, but felt my hand was very cold.
"Mom, why are your hands cold, are you sick?"
"Mom, don't sleep, if you're sick you need to get up and take medicine."
Helpless, she found my phone and called her doctor dad.
"Dad, mom is sick and won't get up to take medicine. Please come and treat her."
My husband, however, was very impatient.
“A grown woman who can't take care of herself, is she disabled, is she dead! Don't use such cheap tricks to threaten me!”
“And also, tell your mom, I'll come home when she admits her mistake!”
He didn't know, I was indeed dead, dead on the night he forced me for the 18th time to donate blood to his 'white moonlight.'


After My Daughter and I Died, My Husband Regretted It

In the room next door, Su Xin was given some time to regain her composure before the questioning continued.


"Why did you kill Cheng Wanyi and Huo Jia'an?"


"I love Huo Chengjun. I was jealous of Cheng Wanyi and them."


The captain clearly didn't believe the motive was so simple and showed her the syringe evidence and a photo of her daughter.


"Our investigation revealed that you were deceived and humiliated abroad, then forced into drug addiction, giving birth to a deformed child, Su Rui, whose treatment required a considerable amount of money. Thus, you returned to approach your childhood friend, Huo Chengjun, using the harm to your own daughter to win Huo Chengjun's sympathy, and indirectly or directly murdering Cheng Wanyi and her daughter."


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