Sparks of Vengeance

When my husband, Louis Banks, was caught in a traffic accident, I was at an interview out of town. By the time I got to the hospital, he had already been declared dead, and was sent to the crematorium.

Hearing the news, I fainted on the spot. When I woke up again, I was greeted by the court coming to enforce the auction of all our assets. The reason was that Louis' company had gone into financial troubles, leaving us in massive debt, and I was the only legal representative of the company.

Many years later, I found myself begging in the snow with a cracked bowl, and I nearly got run over by a luxury car. To my surprise, the one in the driver's seat was none other than Louis, who was supposed to be dead ages ago!

Dressed in designer brands and holding another woman in his arms, he jeered at my filthy stench and appearance, even kicking my bowl to pieces.

"You're still alive, huh? I was worried that I couldn't trick someone who graduated from a bigshot university, but you were dumb enough to believe it without questioning it for a second!" He laughed, sneering as he continued, "Thanks for working so hard for us, hahaha!"

His words filled me with so much anger that I died on the spot, my eyes glaring at him even in death.

Little did I expect that when I came to, I found myself back on the day of his accident!

"Luna, I know you're sad, but my colleagues and I already tried our best to save him."

My brother-in-law passed a blood-stained talisman into my hand, with a pained expression on his face. "My brother must have loved you a lot… This was in his breast pocket when the accident happened, but he was wounded too greatly…"

A chill ran down my spine as the fog in my brain cleared.

I had obtained this lucky charm from a mountaintop, going through the rites of kneeling all the way there, and it was exactly because of this talisman that I've never questioned the love between Louis and me.

Back then, I only took one look at the talisman before I passed out crying. By the time I came to, Johnny told me that his brother had been cremated and took me to the crematorium to claim his ashes.

Back then, I hugged the urn, overcome with grief as I cried, and no one could convince me to bury it.

Later on, the court sent enforcers to notify me that I had to move out of my house within two days, and that I wasn't allowed to bring anything with me except my personal belongings since they wanted to do an assessment for the auction.

That's when I found out that Louis' company was already an empty shell. Even after the house was auctioned, and even after I sold all my accessories, bags, and even my dog, there was still a