Chapter 4

After leaving the hospital, Leah took Justin directly home, using the excuse that he was injured and couldn't manage daily life conveniently.

As soon as they entered, Justin took out slippers in a familiar manner, and even accurately found the location of the remote control to turn on the TV.

This series of familiar actions all demonstrated that Leah had brought him to our home many times before.

Leah went to the kitchen and started cooking, muttering about what Justin liked to eat.

Justin looked at her tenderly.

"Leah, it's been so long since I've tasted your cooking."

In our three years of marriage, Leah had never cooked. She said she didn't know how.

I didn't mind and took over all the cooking and other household chores.

Now it seems, she just didn't cook for me.

During dinner, Leah's phone suddenly rang, with a suppressed crying voice coming through.

"You need to come quickly, Lucas... he's dead."

Leah rolled her eyes, not believing a word.

"Emily, I know you're close to Lucas, but there's no need to use such a clumsy excuse to trick me. He can't die."

Emily didn't expect her to respond like this. She paused, then cried even louder.

"I'm really not lying, Lucas..."

Before Emily could finish, Leah hung up the phone.

"Lucas is really going too far, trying to use such a lie to make us forgive him. Ha, absolutely not!"

"Even if something happened to him, the Curse would save him. How could he possibly die?"

Justin chimed in: "He's probably just jealous. Men understand men, Leah, don't be too angry."

Hearing this, Leah slammed down her chopsticks, looking even more angry.

"If he doesn't apologize to you properly when he comes back, I'll divorce him!"

My heart felt like it was stuffed with a wad of cotton, unable to breathe.

When I begged her not to take away the blast shield, I had already told her that I only had two cursed lives left.

But she didn't believe me at all, thinking I was just being jealous.

Even now when someone told her about my death, she thought it was my lie, and even wanted to use divorce to threaten me.

But this trick would never work again.

After dinner, Justin directly lay down on the bed that belonged to Leah and me.

The temperature in the room was rising, and the two of them were getting closer and closer.

I desperately wanted to escape from here, but a force confined me to the room, unable to leave.

Just as they were about to kiss, Leah suddenly sat up.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Justin, your hand is injured, you should focus on recovering."

With that, she fled to the next bedroom.

I couldn't quite understand. Wasn't this what Leah wanted?

Early the next morning, Leah prepared a table full of breakfast and left a note with detailed instructions and reminders before she felt at ease to leave for work.

At the police station, Leah found everyone staring at her with sympathetic gazes.

She didn't understand and casually asked a colleague why they were staring at her like that.

The colleague was about to speak when the chief suddenly called Leah over.

Leah felt a bit puzzled: "Chief, what's going on?"

The chief patted her shoulder and led her to the door of the morgue.

"Leah, my condolences."

Leah felt a bit panicked but suppressed the unease in her heart.

"Chief, what are you talking about? Everyone in my family is fine, what condolences?"

The chief sighed: "After the bomb exploded yesterday, Lucas didn't manage to escape successfully. He died at the scene. His body is inside."

Leah smiled stiffly: "Chief, don't joke with me. That explosion was Lucas's own doing, he couldn't possibly die. He must be hiding because he's afraid of being held accountable."

The chief's expression became serious when he heard Leah slandering me.

"Leah! Lucas is your husband and a police officer. How can you question his professional ethics!"

"The body in the morgue is indeed his. We've already verified the DNA. If you don't believe it, go see for yourself."

Leah swallowed hard, hesitantly walking forward, still not backing down.

"I'll look then. It must be a fake body up there. Lucas must have used some trick to escape."

Leah's hand hovered over the white cloth, her trembling hands revealing her unsettled heart.

She slowly lifted the white cloth...