After Being Reborn, I Made My Husband's Fake Death Real

My husband was bedridden for two months, and no medicine could save him. He died, leaving me behind.

Just a few days after his death, my mother-in-law returned from outside with a child who looked exactly like my husband.

She said Heaven had taken pity on me and given me a child who resembled my husband to comfort me.

I believed her and devoted everything I had to raising the child into a top scholar.

After my adopted son passed the highest imperial exam, he served me a bowl of bird’s nest soup laced with deadly poison.

As I lay dying, I saw the husband who had supposedly been dead for eighteen years appear before me, full of swagger, his arm around the woman he loved.

So for all those eighteen years, I’d been doing all the work for someone else’s happy ending.

I watched the three of them clasp hands as I coughed up blood and drew my final breath.

Given another life, I looked at my husband pretending to be ill and switched his medicine.

If you want to die, then die properly. Don’t get in my way!