Chapter 1

I was kidnapped by abductors, while my husband spent a passionate night with his first love.

In the end, I was brutally assaulted by the criminals and left to die in an unmarked grave.

After death, my soul, weighed down by intense resentment, couldn't ascend to heaven and remained stubbornly attached to my body.

Only by finding the murderers could I quell my vengeful spirit.

When I dragged my broken body home, my husband accused me of lying.

On the seventh day after my death, my husband married his first love, while the video of my assault and dismemberment was leaked online.

When the truth finally came to light, I felt a great burden lift from my shoulders as I slowly closed my eyes...

"Sophia! I don't care what you're doing right now, I'm not coming to see you because I'm going to pick up Olivia!" Alexander's voice came through the phone, crushing my last hope.

As I heard this, my heart turned to ash, and my struggles against my captors gradually weakened.

The criminals grinned lecherously, "So we can have our way with your wife then?"

Alexander replied carelessly, "Do whatever you want!"

"After all, she's just a loose woman. Her chastity probably doesn't mean much to her anyway!"

With that, he hung up the phone.

And I endured twelve hours of inhuman torture.

The next day, I opened my eyes to see my own dismembered body.

Last night, those men had brutally assaulted me before cutting me into pieces and dumping me in the wilderness.

Am I dead... or not?

Right now, only my soul was left wandering.

So this is what people call the seven days after death when the body dies but the soul lingers.

My body was wracked with searing pain, and there wasn't an inch of unscathed skin left.

The memories of last night's horrors were still vivid.

I still forced myself to stand up through the pain and started walking home.

Back at the mansion, I knocked several times before someone came to the door.

"Who are you?" Olivia appeared at the door with sleepy eyes, her legs barely hidden under Alexander's shirt.

"I'm..." I took a deep breath, "Alexander's wife."

Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at me.

Then she waved her hand in front of her face.

"What's that smell? It's so foul!"

But I couldn't smell anything at all.

Because I was already dead, my senses were slowly fading away.

Seven days from now, I would completely disappear from this world.

From last night until now, I had been dead for eight hours. My body was starting to emit an odor, and black spots were appearing on my arms.

"Is it a beggar? Why don't you just send her away?" Alexander came down from upstairs nonchalantly.

Seeing me, he sneered.

"See, I told you she was out having fun!"

"What kidnapping? It was all a lie!"

"She's the best at lying, after all."

Hearing Alexander's confident accusations, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

He hated me. He always thought it was because of me that he couldn't be with his childhood sweetheart Olivia.

Three years ago, Alexander had sex with me while drunk, mistaking me for Olivia, and then we got married.

From that day on, Alexander never trusted me again.

And I was only kept by his side as a substitute for Olivia.

"Remember what I told you before?" Alexander approached me with a look of disgust, "Now that Olivia is back, you can leave."

My chest tightened, but I still pleaded, "Give me seven days, please?"

Seven days later, if Alexander still didn't realize I was dead, I would automatically disappear.

But if he could find my body, I might have a slim chance of coming back to life.

"Fine, it works out perfectly. In seven days, I'm moving abroad with Olivia anyway."

"If you don't want to leave during these days, you can stay and cook for us!"

With that, he went upstairs hand in hand with Olivia.

Turning back, he said, "After you've been out messing around, clean yourself up."

"You're filthy!"