Chapter 1

My husband was sleeping with his company's intern.

He actually smuggled her into our apartment inside a giant suitcase just for some sick, kinky thrill.

In my past life, I woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and caught them red-handed.

When I confronted them, my husband panicked.

He pushed me out of our twelfth-floor window. I fell to my death instantly.

After I died, he used my inheritance to marry that intern.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact day my husband dragged that massive suitcase home.

He looked at me nervously and warned:

"There's dangerous, hazardous material inside. It's highly toxic. Don't touch it under any circumstances!"

I nodded obediently. But the second he walked out the door, I called a junk removal service and sent the suitcase straight to the dump.

The worker asked me, "What's in here? It's incredibly heavy."

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Just hazardous waste. Take it to the incinerator and destroy it completely."