My husband went out to sea and faked his death so he could be with his widowed sister-in-law, then returned home pretending to be his older brother.
I didn't cry or make a fuss. I went straight to help him cancel his household registration, then lied that I was pregnant so my in-laws would transfer all their property to me.
It was because, in my previous life, I discovered the truth: my husband had deliberately murdered his older brother.
But he thought my grief had driven me to hallucinate.
I had no choice but to present all the evidence in front of the police and my in-laws.
Overcome with shame, the widowed sister-in-law shouted that she would die for her love and jumped to her death from a building.
My husband blamed me for her death. After being arrested, he escaped from prison and kidnapped me.
He brutally dismembered me and dumped my body in a roadside trash can.
“Would it have been so hard to pretend you didn't know? Why destroy the peace we had? If that's how it is, then you deserve to die too!”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband returned pretending to be his older brother.
