The first thing I did after being reborn was swap the water in the pesticide bottle with real poison. In my past life, just as our family became the first in town to save ten thousand dollars, my husband Julian Reed failed in his business venture, racking up a debt of $130,000. Guilt-ridden, Julian said he didn't want to drag me and my mother-in-law down, and drank pesticide to commit suicide. To prevent debt collectors from taking everything, my mother-in-law hid the family's last bit of savings inside his coffin. When the debt collectors couldn't find any money, they forcibly occupied our house. To protect my mother-in-law, I had my leg broken by them. Unexpectedly, during the funeral, Julian's coffin caught fire, and all the money burned to ashes. I shouldered the burden of the family alone, working day and night to pay off debts, and cared for my mother-in-law until her death. I ended up riddled with illness, my hair turning gray prematurely. Just when I was reduced to scavenging for recyclables on the roadside to survive, I bumped into my husband—who had been "dead" for years—walking down the street with another woman and a child, looking glamorous and wealthy. "Julian, you were so smart. By faking your death back then, you got rid of the debt and still had money to marry me." Julian replied indifferently, "It was that woman who was too stupid. Since she occupied your rightful place, it was only fair she paid the price with her money and labor." I couldn't believe my ears and died on the spot from a sudden heart attack caused by intense anger. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Julian drank pesticide to fake his death. ... 1 "Chloe, I've failed you. Not only did I lose all our family's savings, but I also owe $130,000. I deserve to die!" "I can't drag you two down. A bottle of pesticide, and the debt dies with me!" My husband, Julian Reed, knelt before me, crying bitterly, having even prepared a coffin to show his resolve. With tears streaming down his face and filled with remorse, he raised the pesticide bottle to his mouth. In my last life, I was too shocked to stop him in time. This time, I acted quickly, pouncing on him and gripping his wrist tightly, tilting the bottle mouth outwards. The entire bottle of "pesticide" spilled onto his clothes and the ground; not a single drop went down Julian's throat. Ignoring Julian's ugly expression, I threw away the bottle and grabbed his hands. "Hubby, money isn't more important than your life. Don't do anything foolish!" "No matter how hard it is, there will be a way out. I'll give you my dowry to pay off the debt, let's figure this out together!" I looked at him with concern, acting entirely for his sake. Hearing "dowry," a look of greed instantly burst into his eyes, and he asked urgently: "Really? You're willing to give me your dowry?" I sneered internally. Acting so hard just for my dowry money. "Of course. We are husband and wife. Who else would I help if not you?" After much persuasion, Julian pretended to give up the idea of suicide and happily went to get my dowry. Seeing the excitement he couldn't hide in his eyes, my heart went cold. In my last life, Julian cheated me out of my dowry under the guise of paying debts. Then he faked his death by drinking "pesticide," taking all the family's money to live happily with another woman. I, on the other hand, was beaten by debt collectors for protecting my mother-in-law and his empty coffin, breaking my leg and shouldering a huge debt. In the end, after caring for my mother-in-law and paying debts all my life, I could only make a living by collecting scrap. Julian, however, remarried and lived happily as a family of three. Thank God for giving me a second chance. Since my husband wants to drink pesticide, water won't do. Let's make it real. 2 I took out all my dowry and gave it to Julian, telling him to pay the debts. My mother-in-law, who always disliked me, was also suspicious of my sudden generosity. I wiped my tears and said, "Mom, Julian and I are one. His debt is my debt. Even if I have to eat chaff and vegetables, I will help him pay it back." "Good thing you still have some money. Whether we have meat to eat in the future depends on you." My mother-in-law immediately became alert and glared at me unhappily. "I knew you didn't have good intentions. That's my coffin money, why should it be spent on you!" She turned into the room, took out her own money, and handed it to Julian. "Son, take this money too!" The two exchanged glances constantly. Julian accepted it without a second thought, taking almost all the money in the house. I knew he wouldn't use it to pay debts. He would just take the money and run, leaving the $130,000 debt entirely on my head. But it didn't matter. Soon, he wouldn't be able to use any of it. Early the next morning, the sound of the gate slamming came from the yard. A group of tall, burly men surged to our doorstep, each looking fierce. The leader had a scar on his cheekbone. He kicked open the courtyard gate, his stick hitting the stone hard, making a loud noise. "Julian Reed, time to pay back the money you owe us, right?" In my last life, when this group came, he had already faked his death and run away. This time, I wouldn't let him have his way. I decisively hid behind Julian, my voice tearful. "Who are you people? What are you doing in my house? Hubby, save me!" I conveniently pushed Julian forward, making him stand at the very front. Julian's face turned pale when he saw them, shivering subconsciously. His legs trembled as he swallowed hard. "Brother Zhang, $130,000 is too much, I really can't pay it back..." Brother Zhang grinned hideously, the scar on his face twitching. "Can't pay? You didn't say you couldn't pay when you borrowed it. Don't think about welching on the debt!" The commotion attracted nearby neighbors; several people peeked in. But no one dared to come forward, watching from a distance. "Wasn't Julian Reed just the first millionaire in the village? Didn't expect him to owe $130,000 in a blink of an eye." "It'll take lifetimes to pay this off. Might as well not have done business." "This is great. Not only did he not make money, but creditors are knocking on his door." More and more people gathered to watch, discussing animatedly. Julian's face flushed red, and he shouted: "I have no money, just my life! Since you're pushing me so hard, I'll pay you with my life!" Brother Zhang sneered, looking at him mockingly: "Is your life even worth $130,000?" He thought Julian was threatening him, but the next second, Julian took out a pesticide bottle. "Death cancels debt. Chloe, for you and Mom, let my life make amends!" "After I die, put me in the coffin I bought. Don't waste money, bury me early!" He had a look of heroic sacrifice on his face, not forgetting to clear his name. After speaking, he picked up the bottle and guzzled it down. He drank urgently and quickly, fearing I would stop him. Everyone was stunned, watching Julian throw the bottle away and start foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over. I threw myself over, crying, "Hubby, don't leave me, how can I live without you?" Before I could get close, my mother-in-law wailed and hugged Julian as he fell to the ground. "My son, how can you make your mother bury her child? I only have one son!" She acted like a mother hen protecting her chick, shoving me hard. "Don't come over, no one come near my son!" I took the opportunity to sit on the ground, several meters away from them, burying my face in my hands and crying, looking helpless. Brother Zhang frowned, watching Julian rolling his eyes and drooling, spat in disgust. "You have guts. But don't think dying lets you escape the debt. Brothers, we'll come back tomorrow!" The debt collectors left. Julian lay in my mother-in-law's arms, really on the brink of death. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, twitching continuously. The onlookers were also shocked. A kind-hearted person said: "Better send him to the hospital quickly. Immediate rescue might still save his life." My mother-in-law retorted: "What hospital? They're all scams! Do you think my family doesn't owe enough money? Wasting it in such a place!" She held Julian tightly, refusing to let go no matter what anyone said. 3 Seeing Julian's breathing getting weaker, he tremblingly pulled at my mother-in-law's sleeve. "Mom, save... save..." My mother-in-law thought it was about the money and quickly said, "Son, don't worry, we won't let you down. We'll hide the money well." Julian shook his head desperately, but to outsiders, it was just a weak movement. He barely made a sound: "Help..." I immediately started crying loudly, wailing at the top of my lungs: "Hubby, why are you so miserable? Forced to this point, don't die wuwuwu..." Julian couldn't catch his breath, eyes rolled back, almost passing out. A neighbor aunt urged me: "Chloe, hurry up and take your man to the hospital. Even the village clinic is better than waiting here to die!" I cried deliriously, reacting slowly to get up, but my mother-in-law rushed over to stop me. "You're not allowed to go! Julian is lying here, you don't care about him, running to find what doctor!" She obstructed in every way. Others couldn't help but say: "Julian's mom, Julian isn't dead yet, gotta find a doctor to save his life! You won't go yourself, why stop his wife!" My mother-in-law couldn't say it out loud, stammering. At this moment, a voice came from the crowd: "Make way, let me take a look!" Someone shouted in surprise: "Dr. Chen!" Dr. Chen from the village clinic happened to pass by and ran over. Seeing Julian's face, he immediately said gravely: "The condition is very bad, must be sent to a big hospital for rescue immediately." My mother-in-law hugged him tighter: "No!" Dr. Chen, with a doctor's benevolence, couldn't care less at this moment and directly grabbed the person from my mother-in-law. He looked anxious, shouting: "It'll be too late if we delay! Folks, come help! Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!" Neighbors came to help lift him, some persuaded my mother-in-law to seek medical help, and some went to get their tricycles. The scene was chaotic. When the vehicle arrived, everyone worked together to lift Julian onto the tricycle. My mother-in-law grabbed the wheel, crying and shouting: "Where are you taking my son? Give him back to me!" I persuaded with red eyes: "Mom, the doctor said Julian can still be saved, he can definitely be cured!" My mother-in-law became even more agitated, screaming: "No! Who knows if you are really saving him?" "I know my son, he's hopeless, no need to go to the hospital!" Everyone was shocked by her decisive words, finding it inconceivable. "You are his biological mother! Letting your son wait for death without even trying is too vicious." My mother-in-law said angrily: "What do you know? I have my reasons!" Nobody understood her reasons, but the next moment, everyone saw the dying Julian start vomiting violently. At first, it was vomit, and people around instinctively covered their noses and stepped back. A few seconds later, Julian began to vomit blood. Large amounts of fresh blood gushed from his mouth, as if a big hole had been punched in his stomach. Everyone was immersed in the shock of Julian suddenly vomiting blood. My mother-in-law had already rushed over and snatched him back. She put her hands on her hips and shouted: "I said don't send him to the hospital! Now look, moving him around made my son vomit blood!" The neighbor aunt spat and scolded my mother-in-law: "We kindly tried to save your son, even brought out the tricycle. Only you kept blocking us. Now saving people is wrong?" I tried my best to persuade: "Mom, if you keep blocking, Julian will really be hopeless!" My mother-in-law turned and slapped me: "You slut, your man just died and you're already siding with outsiders against me!" I covered my face and cried: "But Julian has been vomiting blood!" Julian's blood seemed endless. After being put on the ground by my mother-in-law, blood flowed from his mouth to both sides, pooling in a small puddle under him. My mother-in-law looked back and panicked a bit, hugging Julian. "Julian, we won't go to the hospital. Stop vomiting blood, it's okay now." Others looked at my mother-in-law like she was crazy, but I knew she thought Julian was acting. Dr. Chen took the opportunity to run over and check Julian repeatedly, checking his pulse. When Julian stopped moving, he retracted his hand, expression solemn. "Too late. Drank too much pesticide, stomach corroded by poison. My condolences." My mother-in-law subconsciously refuted: "Impossible, you quack!" She glared viciously at Dr. Chen, but didn't notice Julian's face was pale and lips purple. I said faintly: "Mom, you don't know how to treat illnesses, but you can tell if a person is breathing or not, right?" Hearing this, my mother-in-law looked at Julian's dead face, tremblingly reached out her hand under his nose. Two seconds later, her face turned pale, and she slumped to the ground. 4 My mother-in-law looked at Julian in disbelief, fear and shock written all over her face. She grabbed Julian's shoulders and shook him back and forth: "Julian, Julian wake up!" But Julian was truly dead, dead as a doornail, his head drooping weakly, no response. My mother-in-law shook Julian like crazy, pinching his philtrum and lifting his eyelids, as if delayed grief had finally appeared. Her movements became more and more frantic, suddenly pouncing on Dr. Chen, pulling his clothes and crying loudly. "Dr. Chen, look at my son, look at him quickly, what's wrong with him?" Dr. Chen wondered: "You wouldn't send him to the hospital just now, now he's not breathing, what's the use." "Look at his constricted pupils, that's a symptom of pesticide poisoning." My mother-in-law jumped up, face flushed: "Absolutely impossible, how could my son have pesticide poisoning!" The neighbors looked at her with strange eyes: "Everyone saw Julian drink a bottle of pesticide. If not pesticide poisoning, what else could it be?" My mother-in-law's face turned pale. Only then did she remember the pesticide bottle thrown in the corner at the beginning. She ran over to pick it up, smelled it carefully, and found it was real pesticide inside, not water at all! She realized the biggest loophole in the plan. Julian wanted to fake his death but accidentally drank real pesticide. The previous symptoms were real, vomiting blood wasn't acting. Julian was poisoned to death by a bottle of pesticide, missing the best time for rescue. My mother-in-law regretted it deeply. She really thought Julian hadn't drunk pesticide and tried every means to stop him from being sent to the doctor. Unexpectedly, he was cold. Looking at the dirty corpse on the ground, I felt incredibly gratified. At this time, my mother-in-law ran over and slapped me hard, pointing at me and cursing. "Bitch, was it you? You gave Julian pesticide to drink!" "You have such a vicious heart. Julian is your man, and you poisoned him to death!" Her eyes were scarlet, looking at me with hatred. My head turned from the slap, face burning and swelling up. I immediately said aggrievedly: "Mom, what are you saying? In broad daylight, Julian drank this pesticide himself. He even said death cancels debt. Isn't that a death wish!" "I couldn't stop him. I wanted to save him and send Julian to the hospital." "It was you who insisted on stopping me, not letting me go, saying I was siding with outsiders!" Tears fell like a flood from an open gate. I cried breathlessly. Counting out every incident, my mother-in-law instantly became an unreasonable crazy woman. The neighbors came with good intentions to save a life but were despised by my mother-in-law. They were already unhappy, and now they mocked her even more. "Julian's mom, are you senile? First you said your son was hopeless, then you wanted to save him. Now that he's really dead, you blame your daughter-in-law." "Crazy, must be something wrong with her brain." "I think she's targeting Chloe, deliberately pinning the blame on her, wanting to push the fault of killing someone onto her." "Pah, serves him right to die, brought it on himself!" One sentence after another, everyone scolded my mother-in-law bloody. And I, with the slap mark from trying to save him earlier still on my face, was just a pitiful woman whose husband died. My mother-in-law rolled her eyes in anger, chest heaving. "What do you know? My son was alive and well." Everyone thought she was crazy with grief. Dr. Chen sighed. "Although no need for treatment, better send him for cremation quickly. Bodies rot easily in summer." Hearing this, my mother-in-law stammered again. She didn't express her stance for a long time. Another voice popped up from the crowd. "Cannot cremate! Julian said he wanted a burial!"
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