My wicked wife wants to trick me into feeding the zombies? I can read minds!

"Victor, darling? Are you listening to me?"

In a luxurious Michelin-starred French restaurant on the top floor of Manhattan, Ashley swirled a glass of Lafite wine in her hand , a hint of extreme impatience and coldness playing on her lips .

I sat across from her, my fingers unconsciously gripping the sterling silver knife and fork, my face slightly pale .

Today is our 15th wedding anniversary.

My wife, Ashley, who had been addicted to gambling on soccer, tearfully promised me that she would change her ways.

This is what I've always hoped for.

Before I could even feel happy, another voice suddenly exploded in my mind!

It was a voice exactly like Ashley's, but filled with malice and fanaticism:

[That damn idiot, what's he staring at me for? It's disgusting. Is he going to pay me or not?]

The voice was like a high-voltage current piercing straight into my brain. I jerked my head up and stared in shock at Ashley, who still looked pitiful.

Is this... her true feelings?!

Before I could even react, that sharp, piercing voice surged into my mind once more:

[If it weren't for wanting to swindle your last bit of money, I wouldn't even want to look at you! You were the one who ruined my luck in my past life, you green-haired turtle, and I absolutely can't be soft-hearted again in this one!]

Past life? This life?!

My breath hitched.

She...was reborn?!

I've memorized the correct Super Bowl score from my past life. If I can just get this idiot's savings , with odds dozens of times higher ... I 'll definitely make a fortune !

[ As soon as I get the money, I'll build a safe fortress. Five days later , when that damn zombie virus breaks out, I 'll move in with Brad and Luke— Luke is Brad's son anyway . Then the three of us can be reunited and live the high life in the apocalypse.]

As for Viktor, that piece of trash? Just like in his past life, let him be torn to shreds by zombies !

Bang!

It felt as if something inside my chest had been completely torn apart, shattered into nothingness.

More than a decade of marriage, heartfelt devotion, countless times filling the bottomless pit of underground casinos for her.

Even though she made mistakes repeatedly , I always forgave her... but what was the result?

In her eyes, I was just a rich, foolish ATM, a shield that could be used to feed zombies in the apocalypse!

Even my son, whom I've loved for over a decade , is a bastard child she had with another man !

“Darling? You look terrible. Are you feeling unwell? Or… don’t you believe me … ” Ashley’s eyes were red.

[Speak up, you useless piece of trash! I'm sick of this pretense of being sentimental! Hurry up and hand over the money, my Brad is in Miami waiting for me to wire the money to place his bets!]

A woman who is extremely hypocritical.

I sat in the dining chair, a murderous intent that seemed to destroy the world suddenly surged within me.

But I didn't roar, I didn't flip the table and question.

If she really is a devil who crawled back from hell, then my impotent rage will only make me lose my only trump card.

I now possess the ability to read minds and see right through her.

“How could that be, Ashley?” I loosened my grip on the knife and fork, picked up the napkin beside me, elegantly wiped my mouth, and looked at her calmly. “Are you really promising me that you will never touch those betting odds again?”

“ Darling, I swear to God ! If I touch it again, may I go to hell!” Ashley gripped my palm tightly.

[Go to hell, you idiot! I almost got all the answers right in my past life. It's all your fault, you unlucky thing! ]

"Very good." I felt the warmth of her palm and a smile that even I found satisfying stretched across my lips .

" As long as you repent and change your ways, I will have the finance department transfer all the savings into a bank card under our joint name tomorrow , and you can manage it."

Ashley's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and her hand, which was gripping mine, trembled with excitement.

Her extreme greed had completely warped her soul.

But on the surface, she looked like a devout saint with tears in her eyes: "Victor, are you kidding me? My God, we must save this money carefully for our future and Luke's future!"

I took the initiative, holding her hand tightly with deep affection.

She thought that by having the script of rebirth, she could manipulate everything like God and ascend to the top step by step.

I will not agree.