After I Died, My Wife Went Wild

After six years of marriage, I worked like a beast for her, thinking I could eventually warm her heart. Instead, her first love returned from abroad, and it turned out I was nothing but a stand-in who happened to look a little like him.

I was terminally ill, but she never once came to see me.

On the day I died, there wasn't even anyone to claim my body.

Only when she saw my corpse did she clutch her head and weep like she was going mad.

Only then did she suddenly realize that the most important light in her life had gone dim.

But fate took an unexpected turn.

My departure plunged her into endless pain and regret.

She waited desperately by my grave in the pouring rain, letting it soak her to the skin. She set aside all her pride and went to my family to atone. Ignoring everyone's strange looks, she apologized again and again, humbling herself and weeping uncontrollably.

Reborn, I finally understood who was whose one true love…