Chapter 1 — My Husband Fake His Death To Hurt Me, It Ended Up...

Right at the funeral, when his body had not yet cooled down... I smiled and signed my name, sharing all of his legacy. The moment I signed the inheritance paper, the corners of my lips curled up slightly.

“Is she crazy…”

Someone whispered in low voices.

"My husband just died and smiled like that. I must have waited for this day for a long time."

“I heard that when he was alive, Mr. Co treated her very coldly… now he is finally being retaliated against.”

I ignore all the talk behind me. Just calmly give the inheritance to the lawyer. The lawyer took it, his hands shaking slightly - clearly also surprised by my actions.

“Miss Lam Van… are you sure you want to sign now?”

He asked very quietly, as if afraid of making me change my mind. My voice was so calm that it was cold.

“His property… is mine, of course.”

I stopped for a moment, looked up. His gaze did not waver, but it seemed to cut into people's hearts.

“Anyway…”

“He owes me — a life.”

As soon as the words fell, the whole hall immediately fell into absolute silence. No one dared to speak up. Everyone's eyes turned to me — some were surprised, some were angry, some didn't understand. But I know... In their eyes, I'm just a woman smiling at her husband's funeral. They thought... it was all over. But no. For me, the game… has just begun. The old family's large mansion is covered in mourning, the atmosphere is solemn and suffocating. The spiritual hall is filled with black couplets and bunches of white chrysanthemums stacked as high as mountains. Co Mac Han's photo is placed in the middle, the person in the photo is still handsome and cold, just like when he was alive. Old man Gu sat to the side, his face pale. The man who once dominated the business world, in just a moment, aged ten years.

“What kind of woman like you!” He suddenly stood up, pointed straight at me and shouted, "Mac Han just passed away, are you in a hurry to divide the inheritance? Do you still have any conscience?"

I turned my head and looked at him, my eyes cold and calm.

"Old man, inheritance is a law. If your son really valued me, he wouldn't have been cold towards me for the past three years." My voice was very light, but every word was as sharp as a knife, “What he owes me, is more than that.”

"Miss!" Old Master Co's face turned pale with anger.

At that moment, Snow White stepped forward. She wore a simple black outfit, her face carried just the right amount of sadness, so perfect that it made others believe it was real. As the "white moon light" in Co Mac Han's heart, her status in the Co family is even higher than mine - the legal wife.

“Sister Van Van,” she stood next to me, her voice gentle like a spring breeze, “I know you're heartbroken, but brother Mac Han just left, is that... a bit too fast?”

I tilted my head, looking at her. It's been three years, I've watched enough of her performances for three years. In front of me, he was gentle and kind, but behind his back he poured every word into Co Mac Han's ear, telling me how bad a wife I was.

"Miss Bach," I laughed, my smile carrying a clear sense of irony, "inheriting an estate has a legal process. If you think it's too fast, you can sue me."

Snow White's face changed slightly, but quickly returned to its original state. She grabbed my hand, her voice even softer, "Sister Van Van, I don't mean that. I'm just worried about you, after all you only have one child." I…”

“Thank you.” I pulled my hand out, "But alone, I still live very well."

The guests gradually left, leaving only Master Co, Snow White and me left. Old man Co stared at me, his eyes both angry and suspicious, "Lam Van, did you already know something would happen to Mac Han?" I turned my head and looked at him, my eyes calm and unwavering.

“Old man Gu, what are you suspecting?”

“Your behavior today is too unusual.” His voice carried a clear question, "Mac Han just died, not only did you not feel sad, you also rushed to divide the inheritance. You…”

“Old man,” I interrupted him, “if you think I have a problem, you can report it to the police. The inheritance certificate has been signed, the law will give me a fair answer."

Having finished speaking, I turned around and left. Behind him came his angry shout, "Don't think I don't know what you're planning!" I don't turn around. What does he know? He doesn't know anything. He didn't know that... his son was not dead at all. Stepping out of the shrine, I took a deep breath. The sunlight outside was so bright that it made people squint their eyes, in complete contrast to the gloom behind them. I took out my phone and glanced at the time. Two o'clock in the afternoon. Co Mac Han, your drama... it's time to end. I dialed a number.

“Can you look it up yet?”

A low voice came from the other end of the line, “Looked up. Co Mac Han is indeed still alive, currently abroad."

"Very good." I smiled softly, "Continue to follow him."

“Miss Lam, what are you planning to do next?”

“Do what?” My smile deepened a bit, "Of course use his own way... give it back to himself."

I hung up the phone and turned my head to look back at the spiritual hall again. Co Mac Han, do you think you can escape by pretending to be dead? Do you think I will always be patient with you? Three years of coldness, I've had enough. This time, I will definitely make you pay. Return to Lam family. This is my real home, and the identity I have hidden for the past three years. My father is waiting in the study room. Seeing me enter, he put down the documents in his hand.

“Van Van, how are things going?”

“The inheritance papers have been signed.” I sat down opposite him, "But old man Gu has begun to have doubts."

"Suspect?" He frowned, "Does he have evidence?"

"Are not." I shook my head, “Even if you have doubts, it's useless. Inheritance is legal.”

My father nodded, his eyes filled with satisfaction, “Good job. So what's next?

“Next?” I smiled softly, "It's Co Mac Han's turn to appear."

My father looked at me, a trace of worry flashed through his eyes, "Van Van, do you really decide to do that?"

“Dad,” I looked straight at him, my voice firm, “three years of coldness, I've had enough. This time, I want him to pay.”

My father was silent for a long time, then finally sighed softly, "Okay, I support you. Just say whatever you need."

“Thank you, dad.” I stood up, my eyes cold as water, "I've finished arranging everything. Next... just wait for Co Mac Han to continue his performance."

Returning to the room, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass door, quietly watching the city light up. Three years ago, during the wedding ceremony, I naively believed that I was marrying love. Three years later, during the funeral, I realized... what I married into was just coldness to the bone. Co Mac Han, brother Do you think you can escape by pretending to be dead? Do you think I will always be patient with you? This time, I will tell you what it means... to hit your back with a stick. I took out my phone and opened the album. In the photo is a four-year-old boy, smiling brightly. That face... resembles Co Mac Han so much that people cannot deny it.

“Don't worry, mom will protect you.”

I spoke softly, my voice as light as the wind but cold to the bone.

“Even if it's… with your father who faked his death — risking his life to the end.”

Outside the glass window, the full moon hangs high. A new day is about to begin. And the real game… had just opened. The moment I finished signing, the whole space seemed to be drained of sound. All eyes were focused on me, as if looking at a crazy person.

“Lam Van, are you crazy?”

A shrill female voice broke the silence. I raised my head and saw Snow White standing in the middle of the crowd. His eyes were red, his face looked unbelievable. The black dress on her body was clearly chosen carefully - not too outstanding, but enough to highlight the so-called "trauma" in front of everyone. This acting... is still very young. I didn't bother paying attention, just turned my head to look at the image in the center of the shrine. The person in the photo is still cold as before, his deep eyes still seem to be staring at me.

"Mac Han's body isn't cold yet, yet she... can still laugh!" Snow White's voice choked, as if she was about to cry, "How could you treat him like that? He's not bad for you!"

I almost burst out laughing. Three years ago, she used the same face, this tone - it made people nauseous. The only difference is that at that time, I didn't laugh. I cried, explained, humbly begged everyone to believe me. What about the results? Nothing changes. A middle-aged man walked quickly — Co Chan, Co Mac Han's father.

"What's your attitude? My son just died, you laughed at the funeral? You also signed the inheritance papers? Do you really have Mac Han in your heart?"

I looked at him, his eyes so calm that it made people cold.

“President Co, Co Mac Han's legacy... should have belonged to me.”

"Miss-!" He was so angry that he blushed, "Do you even know what conscience is? Mac Han is so good to you, yet you—"

“Good to me?”