Ethan, who had been playing games, paused and frowned. He said, "I work hard to earn money for you. What's wrong with having a late-night snack at home?
"If you keep nagging, I'll quit my job!"
I pretended to be hurt and apologized. I then handed him an iced cola, opening the cap for him.
Only then was he satisfied.
The next day, Ethan dragged me to the insurance company.
In my previous life, he had also bought insurance for me. At the time, I thought it was just a precaution. After my death, I overheard him and my mother-in-law talking and realized he was trading my life for money.
At that time, I wasn't feeling well. I went to the hospital with Ethan for a check-up. But I never saw the report, and the doctor told me it was just a minor issue.
It wasn't until after I died that I learned Ethan had told the doctor not to reveal the truth to me, fearing it would affect my mood. The doctor, touched by his supposed concern for his wife, agreed to his request.
After receiving my cancer diagnosis, he immediately contacted the insurance company to make a claim. Meanwhile, I died within two weeks due to delayed treatment.