Kill Me for Insurance

Kill Me for Insurance

Rolling Stoned

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老公和小三合谋要杀我骗保,而他的情妇居然是......

Chapter 1

The car accident nearly claimed my life, yet, against all odds, I survived, as if by some divine miracle.

If I hadn't been lucky enough to pull through, I could have never known that my perfect, devoted husband was plotting to kill me for the insurance money!

And his accomplice? None other than his own sister.

My entire world shattered into pieces by these vile siblings.

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"Darling, don't worry... How was I supposed to know she didn't die and even got rescued? But relax, I won't let her leave this hospital alive!"

After the accident, I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious. When I groggily woke up, my blurry vision caught sight of a tall figure in a white coat standing by the window, speaking in a hushed tone on the phone.

Even though my sight was hazy, I recognized him instantly.

It was my husband, Rocco Ford, the director of the pediatrics department.

I wiggled my fingers slightly, confirming that I was still alive.

Suppressing the relief of surviving, I was just about to speak when Rocco's impatient voice cut through the air. "I've told you, the money we spent on Zoey's insurance won't be wasted. Once she's dead, the payout will be ours-a massive payout far exceeding what we spent..."

What did he just say? No!

It felt like a thunderclap in my mind, leaving me utterly stunned.

I was the Zoey he was talking about. Who was he calling? And who was he calling "darling"?

This must be a nightmare! Desperate to escape this horrifying reality, I quickly shut my eyes again, pretending to remain in coma, and tried my best to calm myself down.

"How on earth could I feel any guilt towards her? We've ventured this far; there's simply no going back. You and I have been in each other's company for countless years. Zoey Anderson? She means nothing to me... Fine, fine. Just be a little more patient. Once she breathes her last, we'll sell the house. Coupled with the insurance settlement, we'll become millionaires. Undoubtedly, we'll lead a life of luxury for the rest of our days..." Rocco lowered his voice, but the hospital room was so quiet that every word he said pierced my ears with chilling clarity.

In those few minutes, I summoned every ounce of strength I had to stay composed. I could only keep my eyes shut and feign unconsciousness.

But I could feel the cold malice creeping over me, as if the room had been plunged into ice.

Rocco's words coiled around me like a venomous snake, suffocating me.

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