After My Wife and Son Killed Me, I Was Reborn

In my previous life, my wife's first love died of an illness. She told me she was afraid childbirth would hurt too much, and asked me to adopt her first love's son. I felt sorry for her, so I agreed. From then on, I worked day and night to provide for my wife and pay for the child's education. Later, he excelled in his studies, while my wife stayed youthful thanks to my unwavering care. But I developed cancer from overwork. The doctor said there was still hope of recovery if I went through treatment. But my wife signed the consent form to stop treatment, and my son pulled out my oxygen tube without hesitation. “Honey, you know how hard our son worked to get where he is. Don't hold him back.” “Uncle, you're already at death's door. Why keep fighting the illness?” Only after I died did I learn that the boy I had adopted was actually the biological son of my wife and her first love. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my wife wanted to adopt a child.