In my previous life, my husband chose to disclose it to me after he won the third best actor award. But he died suddenly of a heart attack the next day. To make matters worse, a health product endorsed by her husband was found to have dosage violations, resulting in multiple deaths. As his only wife whose identity is publicly disclosed, I was doxxed by idiot fans and subjected to crazy humiliation and abuse online and offline. Until my reputation was ruined, even my family's company was affected and was on the verge of bankruptcy. Six years later, while I was looking for food under an overpass, I met my husband who was driving a luxury car and holding a beautiful woman in his arms. But before I could question him, he hit the accelerator and killed me. Just to erase the stain on my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day my husband was buried...
