Chapter 4

“Michael, we found these things downstream from the mudslide.” When Olivia’s family and I reached the mountains, her secretary, Chloe, handed me a small bag covered in mud.

There was a phone, an ID card, and a diary inside.

I already knew what the diary contained.

It had all been written to manipulate me and make me emotional.

When I read the diary in my previous life, I had cried my eyes out.

For example, it said, “I love my husband more than anything. If anything happens to him, I’ll treat his parents like my own.”

It also said, “If my husband dies, I’ll never marry anyone else for the rest of my life. I’ll remain faithful to him forever...”

Every sentence had struck the deepest part of my soul.

That was why, in my previous life, I had acted like an idiot, working desperately to repay the debts, supporting her parents and brother, and never marrying again.

“I have to find my wife.”

I felt like I could win an acting award because in this life, I cried even more bitterly than I had in my previous one and began searching for her like a madman.

“Hey, that idiot is looking everywhere for you and has cried himself unconscious several times. Hahaha!” Noah took the opportunity to send Olivia a message.

After reading what her brother had sent her, Olivia became even more confident.

Of course, just like in my previous life, I searched for her for a week.

During that entire week, Ryan stayed at my house and kept a close watch on the safe.

A week later, after confirming that Olivia was dead, I built a memorial grave for her.

Unlike in my previous life, I did not go straight home after building the memorial grave.

I did not rush back this time.

While Noah and the others were taking their afternoon break, I deliberately went to the relevant government office and applied for a death certificate.

The fact that I had been searching for my wife in the mudslide had already spread widely, and the authorities had also helped search for her for some time.

It was essentially certain that Olivia had died in the mudslide.

As a result, the authorities processed my request without hesitation.

“Please pull up every phone number registered to this ID.” I took my wife’s death certificate and ID to a mobile service store.

I was certain that if I transferred the money now, Olivia’s phone would immediately receive a notification.

Everything was exactly as I had guessed.

In addition to her old phone number, Olivia had applied for a new one a week before the accident.

After obtaining the new number, I immediately went to the bank.

I understood that I had only one chance.

I had thought through every step carefully and could not afford a single mistake.