Chapter 1My Husband Died in the Sea for His First Love

My husband, Ethan, died in the sea while trying to save his first love, Isabella.

When they informed me, his body was almost completely eaten by fish.

The staff asked me if I still wanted to salvage it.

I waved my hand and firmly said I wouldn't waste public resources.

With the certificate issued by the police, I directly cancelled Ethan's household registration.

After contacting Ethan's lawyer, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I opened a bottle of champagne late at night.

I could originally only get half of the property, but now I can get two-thirds of it. I definitely have to celebrate.

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My husband, Ethan, is dead.

He took his first love, Isabella, on a ferry cruise. They encountered a huge wave, and the boat hit a reef. He gave the chance of survival to Isabella, but he himself died in the sea.

When the police informed me, his head had been eaten by a shark.

The headless body floated on the water. At first, several fishermen wanted to fish him out, but then another shark came and carried him away in its mouth.

So they only salvaged Ethan's wallet and mobile phone.

As a much-watched entrepreneur in this city, everyone wanted to find Ethan's body.

The police asked me if I needed to hire a rescue team to search for it.

I waved my hand and said, "No, I will never waste public resources."

An hour later, I went to cancel his household registration with the certificate given by the police. The staff shed two tears when seeing his ID card.

"Mr. Ethan was a very kind person. Mrs. Ethan, please accept my condolences."

I laughed out loud.

She was right. Ethan was a very kind person.

He was supposed to go with me to get a divorce certificate in a couple of days and then get a marriage certificate with Isabella.

But he died, leaving me a large sum of inheritance.

Without a body, I could only burn some of Ethan's things as an alternative to his ashes.

So I burned the useless waste paper in his company office and his daily necessities.

After burning them, I put the ashes in a plastic bag, thinking of buying an urn the next day.

I contacted the lawyer and started to liquidate Ethan's property.

There were six companies, eight cars, sixty-six storefronts, eighty-eight houses, gold bars in the bank, and the funds and stocks in his hands.

While I was counting how many zeros there were in total, the lawyer told me, "Mr. Ethan had already transferred the ownership of two properties to Ms. Isabella during his lifetime."

What!

I won't allow anyone to ruin my lucky numbers.

I turned to the lawyer and asked, "I should be able to recover the things Ethan gave her, right?"

As expected of a lawyer with an annual income of millions, he understood immediately.

That day, Ethan's waterlogged mobile phone had its data restored, and in the afternoon, my lawyer's letter was delivered to Isabella's home.

When Isabella came, I had just opened a bottle of champagne.

She directly picked up the glass and splashed it on my face, shouting, "Gina, what does this lawyer's letter you sent mean?"

I dodged to the side, and the liquid in the glass all fell on the carpet.

"My Italian handmade carpet," I said with a pained expression as I looked at Isabella, "This is also included in that. You have to compensate me for it later."

"Who gave you the courage to ask me for these things? These were all given to me by Ethan. We were about to get married, and these are all mine."

"Ms. Isabella, do you understand the law?" I sneered, "The things Ethan gave you belong to the joint property of the husband and wife, and I have the right to ask you to return them."

Isabella's face turned pale, and she took out her mobile phone, saying, "You must not have discussed these things with Ethan. I'm going to call him right now. Just wait, he won't let you off."

Seeing this, I laughed out loud and said, "Stop calling. You can't get through. Ethan is in the belly of a shark now."