Framed to Death by My Wife, Reborn with Her: She Chose Her Childhood Sweetheart, and I’ll Make Them Beg for Mercy

Chapter 1

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In my previous life, my wife died in a mudslide during her company retreat.

I rushed to the disaster site and searched for half a month, but I never found my wife’s body, so I could only build a memorial grave for her.

Before I even had time to grieve, the bank began calling to demand repayment, and I learned that my wife had taken out a massive loan to help her company grow.

I was the sole heir to her estate.

I began working desperately to repay the bank loans while also taking care of my wife’s parents and her younger brother.

Twenty years later, I had gradually expanded the company, which had once been on the verge of bankruptcy, into a thriving business, arranged for her parents to live out their final years comfortably, and raised her younger brother into a responsible adult.

After years of exhaustion and overwork had ruined my health, I collapsed.

At the very last moment of my life, while I was on the verge of death, my wife appeared with another man and a little boy.

Their family was living happily together, and they thanked me for everything I had done, saying that the assets I left behind would be enough for the three of them to enjoy the rest of their lives.

I was so furious that I died on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I received the call about the mudslide.

“Michael, Olivia was swept away by the mudslide. We’re all doing everything we can to search for her, so hurry over!” Olivia’s secretary, Chloe Adams, said anxiously over the phone.

“Okay, okay. I’ll buy a ticket and get there right away...” Memories surged into my mind like a tide.

In my previous life, I had immediately gone to the train station and bought a ticket, and it took me two full days to reach the remote mountains where my wife and her coworkers had been traveling.

Once I arrived, I searched like a madman for half a month, but I found nothing.

Of course, trying to find a woman who had faked her death and deliberately plotted against me was practically impossible.

How could I repeat the same mistake in this life and let that shameless pair treat me like a fool again?

I walked into the bedroom, where there was a safe.

Olivia Bennett had never told me the password, but that was not enough to stop me, and the safe opened successfully when I entered the password for the second time.

The company seal, the property deeds, and the household documents were all inside.

I also found the bank’s loan agreement in the safe.

The loan had been issued today.

No wonder the bank employees had assumed that I had transferred the money away after her accident in my previous life.

From an ordinary person’s perspective, Olivia had been swept away by a mudslide and was dead, so how could a dead person transfer money?

That meant the only person who could have made the transfer was her husband—me, the complete fool who had taken the blame for everything.

Of course, even if I wanted to transfer the money, having the company seal was not enough; I also needed her signature.

In theory, no one but her could touch that massive sum.

“How are you still at home? Why haven’t you gone to buy a ticket? Do you even care about my daughter, or have you been hoping from the beginning that she’d die?” Just then, my father-in-law, mother-in-law, and brother-in-law arrived.