On His Deathbed, My Husband Left His Fortune to His First Love Chapter 1

As my husband lay on his deathbed, he grasped my hand and declared his last will.

"Half for our son, half for Bella."

But my name is Claire Evans.

Our son nodded, "Aunt Bella has been by your side for half a lifetime. She deserves it."

My husband's final words were directed at me.

"Don't worry, you're not left out. You can be buried with me when your time comes."

So, he had a secret lover all these years.

The shock caused me to have a stroke, and I died right there by his hospital bed.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day he asked me to quit my job and become a full-time housewife, claiming our son was too young.

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I looked around the shabby hospital, feeling disoriented.

Jack came rushing in on his old bicycle.

"What happened? Kevin's such a well-behaved kid. How could his teacher page me saying he blinded a classmate?"

He frowned at me disapprovingly.

"I've been telling you, there's too much going on at home, and the kid's still young. As a mother, you should quit your job and take care of the family properly. If you had agreed earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

After dealing with the injured child and paying a hefty compensation, Jack spoke to me again.

I finally realized that I had somehow come back to life, reliving the day when he asked me to quit my job and become a full-time housewife to support his career.

I couldn't be blamed for my slow reaction. After all, in my previous life, I had died as an elderly woman.

To care for our young son and aging in-laws, I had no choice but to resign from the theater company at the peak of my career.

The soon-to-retire director was an old acquaintance of my father's, and I had learned acting from him since childhood.

He tried to persuade me to stay several times, saying that women could hold up half the sky. With my vocal skills and abilities, I had a real shot at taking over his position.

Jack, as one of the few university graduates specializing in theater at that time, had been eyeing that position for a long time.

If I stepped down, the director's position would undoubtedly be his.

"I shouldn't interfere with your family matters, but Claire, I hope you keep your fate in your own hands. If one day he turns out to be unfaithful like those characters in our plays, at least you'll have something to fall back on."

Back then, I was overwhelmed by family responsibilities and swayed by Jack's sweet words. I firmly believed our marriage was built on love, unlike those arranged marriages.

After I resigned, Jack smoothly took over as the theater company director.

From then on, he became even busier.

Busy writing plays, rehearsing, socializing, and touring across the country.

Each time he left, it was for at least a couple of weeks, sometimes even months.

I had to handle all the household chores alone.

My in-laws were getting old. My mother-in-law would have chest pains whenever she got upset. I took care of them carefully until they passed away peacefully at 83.

Our son was different from other children from a young age. He couldn't speak until he was three. Later, there was a trendy term for it - autism.

He liked his classmate's tiger eraser and tried to grab it, stabbing the classmate's eye with a pencil.

I researched foreign materials, exercised with him every day, and repeated words thousands of times to teach him. Gradually, he started to improve.

Fortunately, Jack's career was smooth sailing, even soaring.

He looked vibrant every day, making me seem even more worn out. People on the street sometimes mistook me for his mother.

Finally, when he was about to retire, I thought he would fulfill the promise he made when he asked me to quit my job.

"I'll make sure you have a good life. When I have time, I'll take you traveling everywhere."

Unexpectedly, just as he received his retirement notice, he became agitated and had a heart attack.

The doctor issued a critical condition notice.

He struggled to sit up, called for medical staff as witnesses, and wanted to make a will.

"I'll divide my assets into two parts, one for our son, and one for Bella Davis."

But my name is Claire Evans.

While I was still in shock, our son, whom I had raised to be no different from others, nodded.

"Aunt Bella has been by your side for a lifetime. She deserves this."

Jack raised his hand towards me.

"I'm not neglecting you either. When your time comes, you can be buried with me."

Only then did I realize that he and Bella Davis, the lead actress in our theater company, had been having an affair for years!

I felt dizzy as all the blood rushed to my head. I died right there by his hospital bed.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day our son got into trouble and was expelled from school, and Jack asked me to quit my job to take care of the family.

I lowered my eyes and smirked, "Kevin isn't just my child. Why should I be the one to quit my job?"

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