True Love? True Murderer?

On the third day after my death, my soul lingered by my husband's side. I watched Clifford Holmes celebrate with Marie Harding for finally losing a difficult patient. He brought her back to our bedroom."That pregnant patient suffered from congenital heart disease and lobar pneumonia. I pitied her. Whenever I think about the fact that I was behind her death, I feel super guilty," Marie sobbed, nearly fainting as she recounted the incident.Clifford, who often gave me the cold shoulder, offered Marie a consoling hug. "You can tell that the patient wasn't well-loved since her family didn't even visit the hospital after her death. Besides, it was a medical accident. You shouldn't feel sad over her death."I grew up an orphan. As my only family, Clifford should have fought for justice instead of helping Marie evade her responsibilities. Because of him, I was denied a dignified funeral. My ashes remained unclaimed at the funeral home. Marie bit her lip. "I'm so thankful for you."Clif

The moment Clifford heard my name, all color drained from his face. Still, he refused to face the truth. He went through the photo gallery on his phone to show Marie my photo. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a single photo of me.He ran to the living room, grabbed the photo frame he placed face down, and showed it to Marie. "Is this her?" His voice was shaking but filled with hope, fervently wishing that the deceased patient was just a woman who happened to share the same name.Marie took a look at my photo before turning away with a scream. "That's her! Why did you show me a photo of the dead, Cliff? It's terrifying!""H-How did this happen…" Deflated, Clifford sank onto the couch, his eyes burning with anger.Marie stared at the photo frame in his hands for a while before connecting the dots. "Wait. Cliff, is she… Is she your wife? Oh well, that works out for us. We can finally be official. You don't even need to worry about divorce and asset division!"She grew excited as she s

Marie grasped Clifford's hand with a pleading look. After a short silence, he muttered to the policeman, "Nothing's wrong."Marie looked much relieved. My heart sank.The policeman frowned at Clifford. "As an attorney, I'm sure you know the serious consequences of covering up for a criminal. If you confess to your actions now, we can fight for a lighter punishment."Still, Clifford did not budge. "I said nothing was wrong. Please open an investigation if you don't believe me."The evidence had been disposed of. Unless he and Marie turned themselves in, the police could not do anything about the case despite their doubts.I was disappointed at his decision, but it was expected of him. Whether I was alive or dead, he would always pick Marie over me. I should have gotten used to it by now.I flashed a wry smile as bitterness filled my chest.Soon, Clifford and Marie left the police department. Eyes swollen from crying, Marie tried to bury her face in his chest with a smile. "Cliff,

I woke up to find myself in the hospital. Lying in bed, I saw Clifford by my bedside. He teared up and hugged me. "Holly, you're finally awake! I will never threaten you with divorce or argue with you again! I will not use Marie to hurt you. Let's get along well!"He handled the paperwork after I was discharged and brought me home. It finally dawned on me that I had been reborn. I traveled back to the day I threatened a divorce if he refused to stay away from Marie.In our past life, Clifford chose divorce so that he could be with Marie. Angered and saddened, I suffered a heart attack from emotional turmoil.Clifford ignored me because he thought I was faking it. He met with Marie to celebrate her birthday instead. Left to my own devices, I took some pills and called 911. I endured the pain until the medical staff showed up. Then, I fainted.I spent three days in the ICU to get out of critical condition. At home, I shoved him away. "You were reborn, right? I'll get to the point

Weeks later, Marie appeared in court as a defendant. This time, she hired another attorney instead of Clifford. I won the case, and Marie was ordered to pay 500 thousand dollars to the plaintiff.Marie wouldn't stop crying after she left court. She confronted me, "Holly, how could you do this to me just because you're jealous of Cliff's special treatment of me? How can I live my life now that everyone's heard about my court case?"After her malpractice led to a patient's miscarriage, all she cared about was her reputation instead of repenting for her mistakes.I spat, "It wasn't just one instance. I will represent the three patients who suffered because of your negligence!"Marie cried even louder. "Y-You're picking on me!"I stared at her coldly. "Yeah, I am. So what? Don't waste your time crying. Perhaps you should think of a way to come up with the money for compensation. You're going to need to fish out about a million dollars in total. How sad. Without Clifford's help, and af