Chapter 1 After a sudden heart attack, I gained the ability to see a number floating above everyone's head. After repeated verification, I discovered this number represented how many times they had been intimate that day. Today, the number above my newlywed wife's head was 1. But when she returned from her company retreat, it had turned into 99?! My heart turned cold. She cheated on me 99 times in one day?! ...... "Baby, just be with me. That short-lived ghost is dying anyway." "That wouldn't be appropriate." Such a familiar voice... A dense pain radiated from my heart. I used all my strength to open my heavy eyelids. All I could see was blinding white. Memories flooded back, occupying my brain instantly. The client was dissatisfied with the proposal, rejecting it ninety-eight times. While cursing and revising the ninety-ninth version, I suddenly couldn't breathe. Then my heart seized in pain, and I lost consciousness. My wife, Bella, and I had been together for ten years. To marry her, I had to come up with a $100,000 dowry. Plus the mortgage on the downtown apartment and the loan for the $80,000 car, I willingly became a corporate slave. To earn more money to pay off the loans, I worked day and night, which led to an acute myocardial infarction. I ended up in the ICU, barely clinging to life. Although the loans were suffocating, it was all worth it for Bella. Bella was incredibly beautiful, even more charming than movie stars. Curvy in all the right places, slim where it mattered. She looked like an angel descended from heaven, and her voice was lovely. I fell in love with her at first sight in high school. Through college and entering society, I took care of her meticulously. Although she attracted many bad suitors, I blocked them all, so it didn't matter. Last month at our wedding, she wore a white gown, looking like a goddess. So let alone $200,000 in debt. Even $2 million, or $20 million, would be worth it! Who else gets to marry such a beautiful and gentle wife? Just seeing Bella filled me with motivation. And the house and car we bought with loans had appreciated ten times since the wedding. What's working 23 hours a day? No big deal! Just as I wanted to get up and go back to work. The doctor making rounds changed my IV drip, and I accidentally glanced at a number floating above her head. 0? What was going on? At first, I thought I was dying and seeing things. But when I was wheeled out of the ICU and saw other patients, nurses, and doctors all with the same floating 0, I was confused. Was I really dying? In a daze, a particularly sweet voice came. "Hubby, even for our future, you have to protect your health." "You can't keep pushing yourself like this. Here's some plain porridge I made for you." It was my wife, Bella. I stared blankly at the "1" floating above her head, becoming more and more confused. Seeing me dazed, Bella thought I hadn't recovered from the heart surgery, and her eyes immediately turned red. "Hubby, you've worked hard." Feeling the softness on my hand, I snapped out of it. Seeing Bella cry was worse than killing me. "Baby, don't cry. For you, I'm not tired at all." Bella sniffled and started feeding me porridge. Afraid the temperature wasn't right, she tested it herself. Seeing Bella care for me so much, I was truly moved. So, I finished the porridge quickly. The doctor recording my condition came over. Seeing I finished the whole bowl, he posted a note at the foot of the bed. "Your husband overworked himself. Long-term sleep deprivation led to acute myocardial infarction." "In the future, prioritize nutrition and quit high-oil, high-salt foods." "Plain porridge lacks nutrition. Don't eat it after discharge." Bella asked the doctor seriously what I should eat and took notes. Seeing her so serious, I smiled and patted her head. "Bella, I'm just a bit tired. I'll be fine after some rest. Don't worry." Bella packed the lunch box, carefully put away her notes, and said she was going home to make me a nutritious meal. Bella always cared about me, so when she said she was leaving, I didn't stop her. But looking at the "1" floating above her, I was still puzzled. After Bella left, the doctor brought my X-rays. Indeed, overwork caused the heart attack. Luckily, rescue was timely, and I was out of danger. But I had to stay for observation and avoid mental stress. I lay there staring at the ceiling from noon to afternoon. Unable to stay still, I quietly got up. Resting all afternoon made me feel less weak, so I supported myself against the wall and left the room. Outside, I saw many couples entering and exiting rooms. Mostly, the floating numbers above them were the same. The closer I got to the gynecology department, the more varied the numbers became. Near closing time, there were few patients. Bored, I found a chair and sat down, just as a string of numbers floated by. 2 I froze instantly, smelling a fishy odor while instinctively looking towards the owner of that string of numbers. The woman had just walked out of a gynecologist's office, with the number "327" floating above her. She was dressed provocatively in a tube top and miniskirt. Before I could react, I smelled a pungent, cheap perfume. Watching the woman walk away, I pushed open the office door, curious to ask the head gynecologist inside. "Hello, may I ask what illness that woman came to see?" The stench in the office was even stronger, and I frowned instinctively. The head gynecologist, wearing a mask, was disinfecting the room with alcohol. Seeing my intrusion, she immediately cursed. "You young people, do you ignore your health for impulses?" "Don't you know that lack of restraint and poor hygiene in bed lead to troublesome diseases, causing trouble for us doctors!" Looking at the furious doctor, I spoke apprehensively. "So... that woman just now, was too unrestrained, so..." The doctor finished disinfecting and impatiently pushed me towards the door. "Excessive indulgence. Her parts are rotten. Who knows how many hundreds of times she had sex." "Go away, why is a man blocking my gynecology door? Just keep yourself clean." Hundreds of times? Does the number above that woman represent that? Right, Bella and I had sex once on our wedding night. Later, to support the family, I worked day and night, barely having any memory of sharing a bed with Bella. Recalling the number floating above the gynecologist, I swallowed and pushed open the door again. Seeing the doctor about to explode, I quickly placed a thousand dollars on the desk. "Doctor, can I ask you something?" The doctor's impending rage retracted instantly upon seeing the money. Nonchalantly pocketing the cash, she spoke. "Sure, but I'm a doctor, I can't reveal patient privacy." "Doctor, I won't make it hard for you. I just want to ask about you." "About me?" Seeing her suspicious look, I cleared my throat. "Doctor, how many times have you had sex in your life?" Seeing her face darken, about to call security, I quickly pulled out another thousand. "Please, Doctor, this is really important to me." Blocked by two thousand dollars, she hesitated. After a minute of stalemate, she gritted her teeth: "Five times." Looking at the "5" floating above her, I thought, as expected. Back in the ward, Bella said the company arranged a sudden business trip. She asked for a week's leave for me to rest well in the hospital. Although I wanted to get up and make money immediately, health is wealth. So, I rested honestly in the hospital for a week, becoming more certain that the floating number represented the times a person had sex. When Bella returned from her trip, she immediately prepared a nutritious meal and came to see me. But the moment I saw her, I couldn't believe my eyes. Seeing the glaring number "99" above her, I was stunned. "Hubby, did you rest well?" Bella opened the lunch box with concern, speaking gently. I looked up, trying to ignore the number, and saw her pale face. "Tired lately?" Bella stiffened slightly, then smiled: "Just busy with the trip. I'll be fine after some rest." "Come on, Hubby, I made this special meal for you. Try it." Bella busied herself, but the "99" above her was eye-catching. Why? Why did this gentle, virtuous, lovely girl, who ran the love marathon with me and entered the wedding hall... Betray me ninety-nine times in one week on a single business trip? Wasn't I good enough to her? I had so much to say, but it felt like a lump in my throat. The bits and pieces of the past ten years were vivid in my mind. I couldn't believe my lover would do such absurd things. Seeing me dazed, Bella fed me while comforting me. "Alright, Hubby, don't worry about me. Let's work hard together to build our little home." After finishing the meal, I was truly distracted, so I let Bella go home to rest. Staring at the ceiling, I was at a loss. 3 Why is it like this? That "99," I confirmed it countless times. Why did she betray me? After staying up all night, my eyes were bloodshot, but I also saw through this relationship. Maybe I should find an excuse to believe Bella. Maybe those ninety-nine times were forced? As long as she still loves me, I think I will stand behind her. After adjusting my state a bit, I went home. After Bella went to cook, I looked at her phone, falling into endless entanglement. Coincidentally, a message arrived, lighting up her screen. "Little vixen, you scream so nicely. The bros had a great time." "Played with the bros for a week straight, isn't that enough for you, slut?" "So many people, aren't you afraid your husband will find out?" "Afraid of what? That cuckold is dying soon anyway!" I saw a group chat, messages popping up one after another. Just looking at these filthy words made me feel like I was in an ice cave. So, this week, Bella lied about a business trip to party with these wild men every night? Even having sex non-stop for a week? My vision went black. I wanted to pick up the phone to look closer. But Bella suddenly walked out of the kitchen. "Hubby, pass me my phone!" I picked up the phone, taking several deep breaths to suppress the blood in my throat. "What, need the phone to cook? Afraid of burning the pot?" "Oh, you're annoying. I need to check a new recipe." After Bella took the phone, the sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen again. But my mind was in chaos. "Bella, I suddenly lost my appetite. I don't want to eat. Going to sleep." With that, I went straight to the bedroom. The first few sentences I saw could be understood as a cheating couple talking dirty for thrills. But what did the last sentence mean? What does "dying soon" mean? The room was dark. My thoughts wandered uncontrollably. Since getting married, Bella had been cooking for me diligently. Could it be she was eager to murder her husband? Suddenly, Bella opened the bedroom door and touched my head with concern. "What's wrong, Hubby? Not feeling well?" "Yeah, no appetite. Pity I can't eat." Bella waved her hand and crawled into my arms. "It's okay, Hubby. I know you're tired. Let's rest early." She curled up in my arms, breathing soon becoming steady. Looking at her harmless appearance, my heart was mixed with flavors. After marriage, I only rested at home for an hour a day, spending the rest overtime. When busy, I wasn't even home. What was Bella doing when I wasn't home? I closed my eyes painfully, not knowing how to face Bella. Not long after, Bella moved. She carefully slipped out of my embrace, seemingly leaning close to me. "Hubby, are you asleep?" I maintained steady breathing, giving no response. Five minutes later, Bella moved again. The bedroom light was dim. I felt her lift the quilt and take off her pajamas. Then she opened a group chat on her phone, started a group video, and moaned coquettishly. "Daddies, miss me?" After typing, Bella squeezed her chest, stuck out her tongue for a selfie, and posted a Moment. "Lonely night, begging brothers to love me." 4 Soon, Bella's post had countless red dots. Unread messages came one after another. And every message was explicit and ambiguous to the extreme. I maintained my posture, letting Bella lie in my arms flirting with other men. Because I forced my breathing to stay steady, Bella didn't notice I was awake. Watching her reply to messages one by one, my heart sank deeper. Until the last message she replied to caught my attention. "Honey, did he eat the nutritious meal today?" "Sigh, he said no appetite, didn't eat. Did he discover something?" "Brother Wang, was the medicine too strong?" "Not really. Small doses frequently. At most, it overloads his heart, increasing the chance of sudden death when staying up late working." "Don't worry, that drug is unheard of. Dissolves in water without a trace. Impossible to detect." ...... Looking at this disgusting chat history, I only felt cold in my limbs. Bella, who ran the love marathon with me for ten years, wanted to poison me? I thought I really worked too hard, stayed up too late, leading to acute myocardial infarction. Never thought Bella had a hand in this! I've read many mystery novels with poisoning plots. Not only is the dosage meticulous, but the degree of onset is also calculated. Just enough to make the poison most effective on calculated days. Acute myocardial infarction is just a basic complication. Perhaps my fear disrupted my breathing, Bella, who was typing happily, suddenly froze. After a long silence, Bella spoke again. "Hubby, are you awake?" I feigned steady breathing, not answering. "Strange, nightmare?" Bella muttered to herself, posed a bit more on the bed, then fell into a deep sleep. Although my eyes were closed, my thoughts were chaotic, with no intention of sleeping. The next day, I got up early, preparing to work and support the family. Bella, as usual, used all her skills to make a beautiful, delicious breakfast. Looking at the exquisite sandwich garnished with cherry tomatoes, I recalled past joy and current chills. Hard to imagine such carefully prepared food contained deadly poison for a lover. Even delicacies tasted like wax to me now. Despite mental struggles, I couldn't swallow. I could only sigh, comforting Bella: "Sorry, Bella, still no appetite." "Maybe hospitalized too long, really can't eat." Hearing this, Bella also sighed. Seeming very disappointed, she forced a smile: "Hubby, you worked hard." "Don't push yourself in the future. Let's work together, it will definitely get better." I nodded and walked towards the entrance. Bella, as in the past, considerately fixed my hair and tie. "Hubby, I'll wait for you to come home." I stared blankly at the affectionate girl in front of me, momentarily unable to distinguish reality. I wasn't sure how I left the house. When I reacted, I was already at a legal consultation office. Bella's affection was just a disguise she thought was clever. Confused by her feelings, I once couldn't let go. Now that I figured it out, it wasn't so hard. Since Bella is unkind, I can only be unjust. I stepped into this legal office and booked a top lawyer directly. I told my lawyer everything that happened recently and every bit of my time with Bella. The lawyer recorded everything about Bella's infidelity, group lewdness, and suspected poisoning. He said as a professional lawyer, he would protect the client's rights. Confidentiality is his job. He also asked what legal help I needed. "Mr. Zhou, I have a rough understanding of the conflict between you and your wife." "Evidence of infidelity is easy to find, but poisoning requires more conclusive proof." "Video evidence is best, so you don't have to worry about the other party biting back." I pondered, lamenting that professional matters should be left to professionals. "How should I prepare video evidence to be legal and effective?" I knew recording was viable. But I didn't know what time frame or what kind of video evidence would nail Bella to the pillar of shame without any chance of turning the tables. The lawyer tapped the table with his index finger, thinking. After a brief silence, he spoke. "Please try to collect video evidence while ensuring legality, Mr. Zhou." "For example, install cameras in the bedroom for work or health reasons, and accidentally record her poisoning you." "Naturally, the immediate priority is to do a full physical examination to confirm what drug your wife used on you." "As long as the evidence loop is complete and logical, she won't escape even with wings." After speaking, the lawyer looked at me with a trace of pity in his eyes. "As for assets under your name, Mr. Zhou, you need to consolidate them. We will calculate the maximum vested interest in property division for you." "Okay, I understand."
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