Husband Reborn: I Let My Wife Be With Her True Love

I've decided to hire Queenie Sullivan, an impoverished student with excellent grades, as my tutor in my studies. However, she asked me whether or not she could bring another student named Timothy Dunn with her to the tutor session.

After I turned her request down politely, Timothy left while looking crestfallen. But he got into an accident immediately afterward.

Queenie continued to tutor me. Gradually, we started dating, and we got married later on.

Life was amazing after our marriage… or so it seemed. Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.

On the night when my cancer tormented me to no end, Queenie locked me up at home and watched as I painted the floor with the blood I hacked out.

"You owe Timothy this much, Zachary. It's your turn to have a taste of despair."

Only then did realization dawn on me. It turned out that Queenie had been hating me all these years.

When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Queenie has asked me if she can bring Timothy along with her to the tutor session.

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her.

Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her.

I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

I instantly felt an intense abdominal pain, leaving me unable to resist and soaked in cold sweat. Blood rose in my throat, and I coughed some up. The severity of the pain brought me to the brink of unconsciousness.

I was aware that although we weren't a passionate married couple, we had never fought before, much less turned to violence. I felt nothing but shock and fear as I stared at my wife, who now seemed like a stranger to me. I couldn't understand what had gone wrong.

I experienced another bout of abdominal pain related to my recent stomach cancer diagnosis, of which Queenie was aware. I begged her to call for an ambulance as sweat broke out on my forehead, but she only locked the door and looked down at me with cold indifference.

"H-Help me, Queenie…" I pleaded, not understanding why she had suddenly become so different after merely attending a business function. I couldn't see her expression clearly since she was standing against the light, nor could I tell what was on her mind at that moment.

Queenie suddenly said, "If it weren't for the car accident you caused years ago, Timothy never would have been forced into working in a mere factory, where he was nearly