After Being Reborn, I Helped Him Reunite With His Secret Lover

I died, just because the man I loved married his childhood sweetheart. After thirty years of marriage, the most we ever wished for each other was that we would “die a bad death”.

Before I died, we had just had a big fight. Before he slammed the door and left me, he spiked my tea with poison. I guessed who the murderer was the moment the poison hit me.

I held on to him until he went back home. Then I stabbed him in the abdomen so that he would accompany me to hell. But at the moment of death, I heard him stop his men from wanting to kill me.