Frozen for 3 Years, I Lived, Scumbag Went Crazy

My husband killed me with his own hands to save the daughter he had with his mistress.

He thought I could be resurrected, so he cryogenically preserved my body. Day and night, he cleaned me, waiting for me to awaken, hoping to live with me and our children again.

But he didn't know that I could never truly come back to life. Because my only chance at resurrection was exchanged for him forgetting his past and being reborn for eternity, never entering reincarnation.

All he wanted was for me to return to celebrate his birthday with him, to have children with him, and to spend this one precious lifetime happily with him. Yet, he personally severed the only thread of love we had in this one life.

Later, my soul transmigrated into his daughter. I coldly watched him and my sister's intimate affection during the day, only for him to hold my frozen corpse at night, pouring out his heart and begging me to resurrect quickly.

As time passed, my husband, realizing I would never revive, went insane. Even later, he regained his memories, tormented by unbearable regret, and chose to be buried with our son for my sake.

However, when I suddenly looked back, I discovered that the man who had always protected me was actually my husband's elder brother. On the day I married my ex-husband's elder brother, I saw my ex-husband's soul, which had been buried with me, frantically jumping, trying to prevent us from kissing.

But he was merely a wandering soul unable to reincarnate, destined to be forever trapped by my side, watching me and another in loving embrace, enduring agonizing heartbreak with no hope of release.