Chapter 1

In my previous life, when I was gravely ill and hospitalized, my wife cut off all contact and vanished for two years.

From the moment I fell sick until I passed away, it was my sister who took care of me.

But after my death, my absent wife returned to claim my inheritance.

In the end, she took away 90% of my estate and went on to live a happy life with her first love.

Meanwhile, my sister had to mortgage our family home to pay for my treatment and ended up homeless.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself on the day I was diagnosed with my terminal illness.

In this life, I still couldn't change the fact that I would die.

But I was determined not to let my sister suffer the same fate as before, and I certainly wouldn't let my deceitful wife get a penny!

When I opened my eyes, the woman beside me couldn't contain her tears of joy.

"Thank goodness, brother, you're finally awake!"

I was momentarily stunned. The scene before me was all too familiar, and I realized I had been given a second chance at life.

My sister, Josephine Parker, held my hand and reassured me, "Don't be afraid, brother. Even if I have to sell everything we own, I'll make sure you get treated! You won't die..."

Seeing my sister with her eyes red from crying, my heart ached.

In my previous life, my wife, Fiona Brooks, had severed all ties and disappeared without a trace after I became seriously ill.

But my sister, Josephine Parker, had mortgaged our only home to ensure I received treatment, ultimately losing everything and ending up homeless.

After my death, Fiona returned with a lawyer, and as my "legal wife," claimed nearly 90% of my estate.

She then used the money to live a lavish life with her first love, Ezra Bennett.

The hospital room door suddenly opened, pulling me out of my memories.

It was Fiona!

She walked into the room in high heels, clutching a medical report, her eyes slightly red as if she had just cried.

But I noticed a distinct pinch mark on her wrist—she had deliberately hurt herself to aid in her dramatic display of tears.

"Honey..." Fiona rushed to my bedside, holding my hand and crying, "Honey, the doctor said you... you have cancer! Boohoo..."

She cried convincingly, but the tears never really fell, like a performer failing their role.

I ignored her sobs and focused on her carefully applied makeup, reflecting on everything from my previous life. I sighed, realizing how deceptive appearances could be.

Who would have thought that such a pretty and gentle wife would leave me after I fell ill?

According to the previous life's events, we'd argue soon, and Fiona would leave, cutting off all contact until I died, only to return and fight for my inheritance.

As I pondered, I noticed a dark red mark peeking from her collar.

I reached out to reveal it, my face darkening, "What does the tattoo 'TH&WL' under your collarbone mean?"

Fiona was startled, quickly brushing my hand away and readjusting her top, "Are you hallucinating because you're so sick? There's no tattoo."

I sneered inside, playing dumb. "Must have been a hallucination, then."

She still carried the lingering scent of Ezra Bennett.

"What's that smell on you?" I asked, pretending not to know.

"What smell? Nolan Parker, you're sick now; I don't want to argue with you!" Fiona's face was displeased.

Josephine shot Fiona a disapproving look, "At a time like this, you still want to argue with my brother? Are you trying to make things worse for him?"

"Fiona, you should go back to work. I'll take care of Nolan."

My sister wanted to send Fiona away to avoid any arguments between us.

In my previous life, I had caused a huge scene at this point. In this life, I found it unnecessary.

So I didn't have a direct conflict with Fiona.

After Fiona left, I finally calmed down to consider my strategy.

I needed to transfer all my assets to my sister before I died.