Blurb：
Hannah, a woman with a heart condition, discovers her husband Charles’s ultimate betrayal. After Charles gets a vasectomy to avoid intimacy with Hannah, she overhears him mocking her with their neighbor Sophia. In a past life, Charles drugged and humiliated Hannah for decades, all while secretly loving Sophia. Now reborn, Hannah must uncover the truth behind Charles’s lies, his vasectomy deception, and Sophia’s shameless role. Will Hannah expose Charles’s disgusting secrets and take revenge? Dive into this gripping tale of betrayal, revenge, and a wife’s fight for justice against her cheating husband and manipulative neighbor.
Content：
I had a heart condition.
My husband, Charles, didn’t want me to take the risk of getting pregnant.
So while I was away on a trip, he went and got a vasectomy.
I rushed to the hospital, only to overhear him complaining to Sophia, our neighbor.
I’ve never seen a woman as shameless as Hannah. She’s always pestering me for sex—it’s disgusting!
Sophia asked, “You’ve really never slept with her?”
Charles sounded annoyed, “Of course not! I had the vasectomy and gave you the specimen of my cut tube—how can you still doubt me?”
“Every time I had to help her in bed with my hands, I wore gloves. It made me sick.”
Everything he said was true.
And in my past life, right up until Charles died, we hadn’t had sex for fifty years!
In the hospital room, Sophia’s voice was full of jealousy, “But Hannah’s quite pretty, isn’t she? You never felt tempted?”
Charles snorted and started describing—with utter contempt—how I’d “throw myself at him” in every way imaginable.
“Even if she flashed me or stripped naked, I’d never be interested.”
“She even wanted to take a romantic bath together—just dream on!”
“Whenever I couldn’t avoid it, I’d drug her and use gloves. So disgusting.”
My head spun when I heard that.
My heart began beating irregularly, and sharp pain shot through my chest.
I quickly slipped a pill under my tongue.
I had a heart condition—Charles always used that as an excuse to avoid intimacy.
He’d say, “I love your soul, not some vulgar physical desire.”
On the rare occasions we were intimate, Charles would always give me a pill beforehand.
“Hannah, this is special medication I got from overseas. It’ll keep your heart safe.”
He was a doctor, and my husband—of course I trusted him.
Every time after taking it, I’d lose chunks of memory. I did have my doubts, but he’d overwhelm me with complex medical jargon.
Charles was my first. The physical reactions and marks matched what I’d learned in novels and videos, so I believed he had “taken care of me” in bed.
I never imagined he’d tricked me all the time…
How could he humiliate me like this?
Rage surged through my entire body. I was shaking.
I wanted to storm in and demand answers:
If he loved Sophia so much—enough to get a vasectomy and give her the specimen, to stay “pure” for her his whole life—then why did he marry me?
But I told myself not to act impulsively.
In my past life, I died with too many unanswered questions. This time, I had to uncover the truth before confronting him.
I’d already learned enough this day. As I turned to leave, but someone stopped me.
“Hannah, here to see Dr Johnson?”
It was Lisa, one of Charles’s interns.
She looked at me with envy, “Hannah, everyone at the hospital knows Dr Johnson got a vasectomy for you. So many women are jealous!”
“Dr Johnson is such a great man!”
I forced myself to look touched, “Yes, I didn’t realize how much he loved me.”
Sophia, heard us and opened the door. Her face changed briefly, but she quickly smiled, “Hannah, how long have you been here?”
I didn’t answer. I was afraid I’d slap her.
Besides, someone even more disgusting was waiting inside.
Charles was still groggy from anesthesia, sweating and pale, lying weakly in bed.
I held back my emotions and looked at him guiltily,
“Honey, I didn’t know you cared so much. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
Charles was clearly annoyed I’d ignored Sophia. He frowned, “No need!”
Then, realizing he sounded too harsh, he added,
“By the way, when did you get to the hospital?”
Seeing the suspicion in his eyes, I smiled,
“I just got here—Lisa saw me at the door.”
Charles and Sophia exchanged a quick glance, both visibly relieved.
I pretended not to notice and asked, “Sophia, what are you doing here?”
Charles replied instead, “I had surgery. She came to take care of me.”
The nurses and Lisa looked surprised.
A vasectomy is personal—having a female neighbor “take care” of you? Way too intimate.
Sophia recovered first, “Well, I had free time, just thought I’d help. But really, the doctors and nurses handled everything.”
I smiled, “How thoughtful of you.”
Charles finally switched to his loving persona, “Hannah, I’m fine. You should go rest—your health can’t handle stress. If you get sick, I’ll worry.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sophia grip her skirt tightly.
I had no energy to keep acting. I made an excuse about being tired and left the hospital.
Sophia returned to the apartment building with me.
I watched her enter unit 701 before going into my unit, 702.
As soon as I entered, I saw our wedding photo hanging in the hallway.
The words I’d overheard flooded back, and tears streamed down my face.
I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed the photo and smashed it on the floor.
The glass shattered—just like my heart.
In my past life, I didn’t realize my whole life was a joke until Charles’s funeral.
All his friends and family were there—even Sophia, who’d been our neighbor for decades.
She buried something in front of his gravestone and said wistfully,
“Charles, now your body is whole again.”
I froze.
After fifty years married to a doctor, I knew what it was—a preserved section of a vas deferens.
I staggered, barely catching myself on the tombstone.
Sophia continued, “On your wedding day, you vowed to stay faithful to me forever. And you did.”
She was speaking to Charles, but her eyes were on me—full of triumph.
Then, a lawyer read a will that stunned everyone.
Charles left everything—property, savings, stocks, patents—all to Sophia.
The lawyer glanced at me pityingly and played a video Charles made before he died.
“Sophia, I failed you my whole life. I couldn’t give you my name, but my body and heart always belonged to you!”
“If my possessions can make you remember me longer, then they’ve served their purpose.”
“Sophia, every night I was forced to leave your side, my heart broke.”
In the video, Charles passionately declared his undying love for Sophia, practically offering his heart to her.
My own heart strained under the pain, struggling to breathe.
Everything went black.
As I collapsed, the last thing I saw was Sophia’s smug face.
A sharp pain on my leg pulled me from the memory.
I looked down—a piece of glass had cut my leg, and blood was seeping out.
I found the first aid kit and treated the wound.
Then I noticed the pills Charles always gave me before intimacy.
The bottle had no label. The pills had no markings.
Considering the memory loss, I suspected they weren’t heart medication but some kind of illegal drug.
My heart turned cold.
But I quickly pulled myself together.
Whatever they were, I had to get them tested.
Soon, Charles was discharged.
I handed him a watch, “Honey, a gift for your recovery.”
It cost a fortune—with a state-of-the-art hidden microphone.
Charles immediately took off his old watch and put on mine, “Thanks, darling.”
After fussing over my health, he hesitantly said,
“Honey, I know I’m out, but we should wait a month before… you know. Let’s sleep separately.”
He added suggestively, “If you’re next to me, I won’t be able to control myself.”
I agreed, “Okay.”
That night, he brought me milk as usual, “Drink this—it’ll help you sleep.”
Before, I would’ve gulped it down. Now, I was cautious, “Thanks, I’ll drink it later.”
As he left, he reminded me, “Don’t forget the milk.”
That confirmed my suspicion.
I opened the window and poured the milk out, then made noise washing the cup.
Charles heard and came out, “I’ll clean it. You rest.”
Thirty minutes later, I heard the door open and close—Charles left.
I put on headphones and opened the monitoring app.
As I suspected, he went to Sophia’s next door.
Soon, I heard them kissing passionately.
Afterward, Charles gasped, “Sophia, Hannah and I are sleeping separately now. I won’t have to deal with her anymore.”
Sophia snorted, “But you said she’s desperate—what if she tries to seduce you?”
Charles laughed, “Are you jealous?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her the vasectomy caused erectile dysfunction. If I can’t perform, she can’t seduce me.”
Even though I’d guessed it, my heart still clenched.
Sophia giggled.
Then she asked, “Charles, can’t you just divorce her?”
Charles sighed, sounding worried, “During my hospital stay, I got checked. Some indicators aren’t good—my condition could worsen anytime.”
“Sophia, only immediate family can donate a kidney. I can’t divorce her.”
I shot up.
Listening intently, I was afraid to miss a word, but they only flirted after that.
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