Darling, I Know What You Did in My Last Life

Everything went to hell when a magnitude 6.0 earthquake hit. My husband stopped the rescue team from saving my brother, who was severely injured, insisting they prioritize my sister-in-law—but she had nothing more than some scrapes!

In the end, my brother died because they didn't give a shit about rescuing him in time. When I confronted my husband about it, he slapped me across the face.

"Your brother's hurt so bad that saving him wouldn't help! Why waste medical resources?" he sneered.