Whoo-hoo! My Husband Got Blown Up!
My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces.
When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly.
She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body.
I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad.
In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio.
However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes.
My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me.
Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight.
But none of this was true.
I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling.
Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence.
However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints.
I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband.
My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire.
In jail, I was retaliated and died.
When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.
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