Chapter 70
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The wedding ring slipped from Milford’s fingers and clattered to the floor. He didn’t even look down.”
The officiant said something, trying to keep things on track, but Milford’s voice cracked through the air:
“What did you just say?! I handled everything–I eliminated everyone. How the hell could they have backup?!“}]
The butler wiped sweat from his forehead, practically stumbling over his words.
“I swear, sir–I wouldn’t lie to you. If you don’t believe me… you can see for yourself.”
The butler handed Milford his phone with trembling hands.
Earlier that morning, Milford had deliberately left his phone behind with the butler–just in case I tried to call and stir up trouble before the wedding. He hadn’t wanted anything–or anyone–interfering with his “big day.“}]
Under normal circumstances, the butler never would’ve dared go through it. However, he’d been worried about Enid and me. And once he saw what was on that screen… it nearly gave him a heart attack.
The video showed me and Enid tied up on the edge of a cliff.”
The men surrounding us were masked and hooded, dressed exactly like the ones who’d ambushed our car days ago. Same boots. Same jackets. Same dead eyes.
One of them asked if I had any last words.}
I looked straight into the camera. My lips curled into a thin, tired smile.}
“Milford,” I said softly, “looks like I’m really going to die this time. You must be thrilled. No more interruptions. No more nagging wife to ruin your perfect little family. Wishing you, Malissa and your son a lifetime of happiness.“}
“Oh–and I left a wedding gift for you in your study. I’m sure you’ll love it.“}
“This is it for us, Milford. We’ve run out of fate.”
“Goodbye.“2
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And then, just like that–they kicked us off the cliff.}
“Lori! NO!”
Milford’s voice cracked as he screamed at the screen, his knuckles turning white around the phone. His eyes were bloodshot, wild, unblinking.
The phone was still on speaker. The volume was high. And the butler’s earlier outburst had already turned every head in the room.
One by one, the guests began to piece together what was happening–until a heavy silence fell over the entire wedding hall.
The bride stood frozen at the altar. The officiant looked horrified. Gasps rippled through the crowd.§
Because now, everyone knew–Mr. Wright’s “dead wife” had just died again.
This time, for real.
Or so it seemed.
Everyone in the room turned to look at Malissa–and not kindly. Their whispers grew louder, sharper, impossible to ignore.}] “So that woman with the limp the other day really was Lorraine? And Mr. Wright just pretended he didn’t know her?”
“Of course he did. He didn’t want his precious sister–in–law upset before their big day. Can’t have the real wife crashing the fairy tale, right? From what Lorraine said in that video… she sounded like someone who had completely lost the will to live. That poor woman must’ve been utterly broken.”
“Unbelievable. His wife wasn’t even dead and he still went and played house with his late brother’s wife? Had a kid with her? And now he’s throwing a wedding? The nerve…“}
Milford froze mid–step. Their words hit him like stones. Was that it? Had he really driven Lori to despair?
And the whispers didn’t stop there.
“Don’t even get me started on Malissa. Everyone’s known for years she was all over Milford the second his brother died. Always crying, clinging to him, playing the poor widow card.“%
“She made Lorraine’s life hell behind closed doors, too–pushed her out of the house, bullied her kid and now what? The real wife shows up alive and she still goes ahead with the wedding like nothing happened?”
Like she owned the place.
Malissa’s face had gone pale. The warmth of the spotlight was gone, replaced by a creeping cold as judgment settled over the room.N All at once, their perfect little lie began to unravel–right in front of a hundred audiences.#
