Let Her Wail

"Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway.In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral.His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone.I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!"Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack.I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch.Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut."If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot."He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company.When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral."