After an accidental fall from a building, I lost my memory. My husband took the opportunity to bring home his illegitimate son, claiming I had given birth to him, and began frantically transferring our assets. But he didn't know that my amnesia was an act. I had been reborn. Soon, the apocalyptic rainstorm would arrive, bringing devastating floods. Before long, I'd be lounging in a safehouse, petting cats and watching shows. Meanwhile, my starving husband would be wandering around with his money, trying to trade it for supplies: "I've got a hundred million in my account! Just give me something to eat, and I'll give it all to you!" Too bad. In the apocalypse, money is the most useless thing of all! This time, I'll see how he dies!
1 That day, just as I got off work, the headquarters' layoff announcement...
