Chapter 1The Secret Millionaire

Since we got married, my husband Julian only earned $3,000 a month.

So I always scrimped and saved, even with a fever of 104°F, still stayed up late working, just to subsidize household expenses.

Until I died of Cardiac Arrest in bed, my soul floated out of my body.

Accidentally saw, Julian was signing a property purchase contract with a woman at a luxury condo sales office.

Turns out, in these few years of marriage, he earned millions.

But kept pretending to be poor in front of me.

Also kept a mistress outside.

However, when Julian returned home and saw my corpse.

He collapsed on the spot.

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When working overtime, I forced myself to sit straight, raised hand touched forehead, felt burning hot.

Fever not light.

And heart position came waves of tightening dull pain, very uncomfortable.

"You look terrible, Jane."

"Hands also so cold, still shaking! You must have high fever, hurry go home rest!"

Colleague Sarah walked over, concerned touched my hand.

I barely smiled at her, shook head:

"It's okay, Sarah, I can hold on. Wait I finish this proposal then leave."

"Still do what proposal! Health important!" Sarah tone became serious.

"I heard people say, fever especially high fever, easy trigger Myocarditis, even precursor of heart attack! This is not joking!"

Heart attack? This word made my heart skip a beat.

But soon, I threw it behind head.

Too exaggerated, I still so young, how possible.

"Really okay, maybe just common cold."

I persisted, gaze back to screen.

"This proposal due tomorrow, boss said, if done well, this month can get $1,000 bonus."

This money very important to me.

$1,000 bonus, can let Julian no longer worry so much about next month rent.

Thinking can share a bit for him, I feel this fever can be endured.

Me and Julian married three years.

These three years, our life very hard.

He just an ordinary employee in a small company, income not high.

Every month budget carefully, can barely save a little money.

But, Julian treats me very good, very very good.

Although he earns not much, but gave all considerateness and gentleness to me.

So money less a bit what relation?

As long as our hearts together, days will always slowly get better.

I always believe this point.

Therefore, I willing fight all strength.

Time slowly passed in fever and discomfort.

When I finally typed last word, office only left me alone.

Strong exhaustion like tide drowned me, I almost propped up from chair.

Heart dull pain became continuous and clear, accompanying every breath, bringing a burst of slight sting.

Good thing back home, moment push door, a wave warmth came to face. Julian haven't slept, sitting on sofa watching TV waiting me.

"Wifey, you back!"

He immediately stood up welcome, seeing my pale face, brows tightly frowned, "What happened to you? Face so ugly!"

"Nothing, just a bit fever, maybe too tired." I squeezed a smile, didn't want him worry.

He reached hand probed my forehead, exclaimed: "So hot! Definitely high fever."

He involuntarily pressed me on sofa, turned went kitchen, "You don't move, I make you a cup honey water."

Looking his busy back, my heart filled with a kind of sour happiness.

Body discomfort seemed also reduced some.

He soon brought a cup warm honey water, watched me drink mouthful by mouthful.

Then, he sat beside me, holding my hand, tone carrying apology and reluctance: "Wifey, sorry, company temporarily arranged me business trip tomorrow morning, go New York for a week."

"So long?"

My heart sank, sudden separation made me somewhat lost, and is when I body uncomfortable.

"Mm, a quite urgent project."

He hugged me in arms, "I will miss you."

I leaned on his warm chest, listening his steady heartbeat, felt relieved a lot.

"I will also miss you." I softly said.

"Just because want leave a week..." His voice suddenly lowered, carrying a trace of acting spoiled meaning, hand also started restless gently rubbing on my back.

"Wifey, tonight... okay?"

I immediately understood his meaning.

If usual, I naturally would enthusiastically respond.

But now, I whole body weak, heart that disturbing dull pain also never disappeared, I really want immediately lie down rest.

I opened mouth, wanted tell him my body very uncomfortable.

But words to mouth, swallowed back again.

He tomorrow want business trip, a week can't meet, I don't want spoil his fun.

Besides, he work so hard, this bit small request, how can I refuse?

So, I suppressed body discomfort, tried hard let my voice sound normal even carrying point expectation.

"Okay."

Got my permission, he happily kissed my forehead, then picked me up, walked to bedroom.

In process of intimacy, my consciousness sometimes clear, sometimes blurred.

High fever made my body burning, but more terrifying me is, heart load seemed rapidly increasing.

Every heartbeat heavy and loud, that tightening pain feeling more and more clear, even brought bursts of slight suffocation feeling.

I very afraid, want push him away, want shout stop.

But, looking his devoted and satisfied expression above me.

Feeling his desire and attachment to me, I retreated again.