Chapter 8
The day I recorded the video, I had been vomiting relentlessly, coughing up blood, and briefly losing all my senses. I knew, deep down, that death was approaching.
It took all my strength to rise, spend hours on my makeup, get dressed and sat in front of the camera. It took me three hours to accomplish such simple tasks.
“Colin, I didn’t expose you sooner because I didn’t want to worsen Grandma’s condition. Now that she’s gone, I have no reason to hold back”
“You cheated behind my back, starting a family with her right under my nose. You broke your promises first. Even if I die, I’ll make sure everyone knows the truth about
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what you did.”
“I’ve already filed for divorce. After the funeral, I want my best friend to take my ashes. I won’t be buried as your wife, not even in death.”
The video ended with Jessica stumbling into my hospital room that night. I had installed a camera in secret, and it captured the moment she went mad, yanking off my oxygen mask in a fit of rage, with every detail recorded.
The footage caused an uproar in the church.
Jessica, terrified, collapsed to the floor. Faced with the eyes of everyone, she shook her head frantically, denying it. “No! It wasn’t me!”
My best friend had already contacted the
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police, and they immediately arrested Jessica on the spot. Terrified, Jessica’s tears flowed freely as she clung to Colin.
“Colin! It wasn’t me! Save me! Our child was just born, can’t you bear the thought of the baby growing up without a mother?”
Colin’s expression had become numb, his face ashen. “If you hadn’t gone to my mother, telling her you were going to have my child, Hannah and I wouldn’t have ended up like this.”
Yes, Colin and I had once been deeply in love. When his career hadn’t yet taken off, I stayed with him in a dark, damp basement, eating nothing but instant noodles. I was with him through the hardest years of his life.
That’s when I developed a stomach ailment,
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and it was Colin who made me three meals a day without fail. Our life was simple, but we were happy.
I had thought we would continue like that forever.
Even when I received my diagnosis, what I feared was not death, but leaving him alone in this world.
How had we ended up here?
Jessica’s eyes turned red as she wept bitterly, “I didn’t do anything wrong! Hannah was going to die anyway! She’s the one who deliberately ruined me!”
My best friend walked over and kicked her, shouting in anger, “Hannah wasn’t supposed to die! You shameless mistress, you
destroyed her family and killed her with your
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own hands!”
As they took Jessica away, she continued to plead with my mother–in–law, “Mom! Mom! Please save me! I’m the mother of the child, you can’t just watch me die!”
“It was Hannah who framed me!”
But who would believe that someone would sacrifice their life to frame another?
Except for me.
Colin knelt on the ground, begging my best friend not to take my ashes, his voice hoarse. “Please, give me a chance to atone for what I did to Hannah. Don’t take her away from me.”
My best friend scoffed, tossing the court ruling at his face. “Hannah has nothing to do
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with you anymore. You abandoned her first. Don’t act so emotional.”
For the first time, I saw despair and a broken heart in Colin’s eyes–a renowned CEO, disheveled and kneeling on the ground, crying. Even when I exposed his affair with Jessica and the police took her away, he hadn’t been this devastated.
But when my best friend was going to take my ashes, Colin seemed to have lost his whole world.
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