"Don't you think your wife didn't try? When you beat her like crazy, when you were so desperate that you just wanted to die, when you beat the widow after being disappointed in life, she tried so many times to win back a man like you who was almost hopeless."
I don't accept it, I really don't accept it. She didn't say a word. Does that mean she has tried?
I said to that voice in my heart: "I don't believe I would be like this. It must be arranged by you. If my wife could do what I do, I would have changed my mind long ago and loved her well."
The air suddenly became quiet, and I felt like I was frozen in time, unable to speak or move. I could only listen to the two voices in my head communicating.
"It's hopeless. Do you want to continue?"
"What else can we do if we don't continue? His wife has done good deeds for him in the world of the living. We can't just sentence him. We should try to save him. We've gone through all the procedures. If we really can't save him, we can only sentence him, right?"
I don’t know how long it took, but I felt the deep sense of restraint disappear, but the meaning of those words made me shudder.
I started to think desperately about what went wrong. I felt that what I did was not wrong. Isn't that what all men do? Why do I need to reflect on myself?
Moreover, what good karma did my wife accumulate for me? How did she accumulate good karma for me?
I was in a daze during that period. I didn't know whether it was day or night. I just opened my eyes and went to work. I watched numbly as the man of my life beat me. I heard from somewhere that he was out gambling and visiting widows.
Only then did I realize how painful it was for a woman to hear such news; only then did I realize how much pain I had brought to my wife in my previous life.
I began to live according to the trajectory of my wife's previous life.
I work diligently, live hard, take good care of my two children, and try to do what a woman should do. But I find that no matter how hard I try, my man still does his own thing and leaves after taking the money.
I began to understand my wife's despair, and I confessed in my heart every day, "I know I was wrong, really wrong, let me end this kind of life, I will never say that being a woman is a blessing again, and I will never think that I am good at everything and only know how to beat my wife, let me go!"
My confession should be effective. I don't know why they seem to be staring at me all the time. Every time I have some feedback, they are the first to laugh at me.
Yes, that’s right, they are laughing at me. I feel like they are laughing at me.
This time they came faster than usual, discussing things in my mind.
"Brother, do you think he is truly repentant? Has our training been effective?"
"Wait, wait, I don't think so. She may just feel that it's too hard and want to end this kind of life as soon as possible. Let's not be fooled by him. Repentance is a process. Let's wait and see."
"Brother, you are right. Let's retreat first."
This time the voice did not come from the King of Hell. He must have sent two ghost messengers to keep an eye on me. They would know immediately if I made any movement.
But these two ghost messengers have always ridiculed and mocked me, as if watching me live a miserable life is the greatest pleasure in their lives.
Once when I was working, they were pointing fingers at me again.
"Look at him, how can he be considered repentant? His wife even knows how to maintain good relations with his fourth brother and his fourth brother's wife's family. If he works hard, can't he also create a better future for himself?"
"That's right. He always says he did nothing wrong and that his wife was wrong. He just pushes the blame onto others and never reflects on himself."
"He is a man now, but we exchanged him one to one according to his ratio, and he still has the nerve to curse us in his heart. What kind of chance should we give such a person? Just throw him into the animal realm. I don't know what the King of Hell is thinking? He is being lenient to such a person."
"But you can't say that his wife set up a charity foundation in his name and donated a lot of money. All the good deeds will be attributed to him. Not to mention reincarnating him into the animal realm, the King of Hell can't do anything to him now. Considering his current situation, he deserves to be reincarnated, so it's okay for him to stay here and be a high-level ghost messenger."
"Oh my god, a high-ranking ghost messenger? How powerful is his wife? If he knew about this, wouldn't he bully us and do whatever he wants?"
"So, that's what the King of Hell is planning. He wants to use this illusion to influence him before he knows about it. It would be better if he doesn't know about it. If he knows about it, he will become a better person. Wouldn't that save us a lot of trouble? Do you really want to have a boss like him?"
I don’t know why I could hear their conversation like this. Was it because I heard it unconsciously, or was it intentional for me to hear it?
All I know is that my heart feels sour and bitter, as if I’m filled with jealousy.
I treated her like this, but she still donated money in my name to accumulate merit for me. If it weren't for her, I would have been thrown into the animal realm by the King of Hell long ago.
No wonder, I thought there was no one in the underworld, so the King of Hell came to judge me. I didn’t expect it was because I had done too much good deeds.
I really want to cry. I didn't expect that the person who treated me the best would be the person I feel the most sorry for. I have to try to cheer myself up and live a good life in this fantasy world. I will stay in the underworld and become a high-level ghost messenger. I will wait for my wife to come down and then reincarnate with her.
I have let her down in this life, and I will make it up to her in the next life.
From that day on, I followed what the two ghost officials said and tried my best to get along well with my fourth brother's wife. I didn't care about the outrageous things my man did.
The day my husband died, I was extremely panicked. In fact, I had no idea how I died in my previous life. In a trance, I seemed to be suffocated by something. I always thought that person was my wife.
I thought that not telling her about her in front of the King of Hell was the best thing I could do for her.
I didn't expect that the person who killed me was actually my own son. In order to help my son get rid of the crime, my wife directly admitted that he killed me.
Why would I know this? Because I made the same decision. No matter what, I love my child and I definitely cannot let him bear the infamy of a murderer, especially the infamy of killing his own father.
Doesn't that kind of scum deserve to die?
ah!
Wasn’t I such a scumbag in my previous life?
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