I chose to stay with Timothy despite my parents' strong opposition. At the time, we were expecting a baby before marriage, and I thought this news might soften my parents' stance. However, when Halle was born with congenital blindness, their resistance only grew stronger.They urged me to send the baby to an orphanage, promising to help me find a better match. "Addy, don't leave me. I'll take good care of you and our daughter. Trust me, please," he said.I believed him then and chose to marry him. We took some simple wedding photos but never held a ceremony, knowing my parents would never attend. I did not care at the time because I felt I had found true love, my one and only.However, two months after our wedding, I stumbled upon a wedding photo of him with his first love, Nancy Jones, while tidying up the house. Everyone had a past, and I did not make a scene. Still, I remembered that name.As fate would have it, that name—Nancy Jones—would then become unforgettable to me.
Timothy's assistant quickly helped him up and turned on the nearby faucet to rinse off his hands. He then called his supervisor to request a different mortician to handle the rest of the procedures, including blood drainage, gas removal, and injecting the disinfectant preservative.Despite being a grown man, Timothy could not stop crying. Edith, who had not slept all night, sat in a chair with her eyes closed, trying to rest.When she saw Timothy come out, her hands trembled with anger. Her face was filled with hatred as she spat, "What are you doing here? You couldn't bear to keep working on Addy and Halle, could you?"Regret washed over Timothy's face as he wept and repeatedly apologized to Edith.Edith started crying too, and her chest heaved with grief. "What good are your apologies now? The police learned from Micah's accomplice at the crime scene that Halle called you for help, but you believed Addy was lying and making Halle lie too. "I told you my granddaughter only wa
Hearing those details for the first time, Edith's grief and anger overwhelmed her, and she collapsed to the ground.I let go of Halle and desperately tried to hold Edith, but I could not even touch her.At that moment, Timothy woke up from his fainting spell. He hurriedly got out of bed and rushed toward Edith."Grandma," he called out.However, Edith was gone too.The world was so cruel—my one and only grandmother had been driven to her death by my family’s words. Why? Was my life and my daughter's life not enough? Why did they have to drag Edith into this too?I longed to see Edith's spirit and apologize to her in person. Sadly, I never got the chance.It was because Timothy had taken my and Halle's ashes back to his bedroom.Timothy seemed to be losing his sanity. He carved life-sized wooden sculptures of me and Halle, soaking them in formalin for a month before placing our ashes inside the hollow centers of those statues.He clung to the statue that resembled me, never let
Even though Timothy quit his job as a mortician, he refused to join the Lane family business. Edwina was growing increasingly anxious because of this.Hence, she brought in Nancy, her future daughter-in-law, to persuade him.When Nancy finally stepped into Timothy's bedroom, he reacted as if he was facing an enemy. How ironic was that? It was the same way he used to treat me.Nancy covered her nose in disbelief at the sight of the two wooden statues. "Tim, you—"Timothy impatiently cut her off. "We’re adults. If we don’t talk to each other for half a week, it’s assumed to be a breakup. We've been over for more than a month now, so what are you doing here?"He stepped to the side, blocking Nancy's view of the statues."Leave," he said.Nancy's eyes filled with tears as she protested. "What do you mean by this? You won't respond to my messages or calls, and now Mr. and Mrs. Lane want you to take over the family business. How can you just waste your life away like this?""Who do
Micah Lane was holding a knife to my throat, forcing me to call Timothy Lane for help. He promised to spare my life if Timothy showed up to save me.I opened his pinned chat on WhatsApp and pressed the call icon. Micah glanced at my phone screen and sneered, his face covered in bruises."Have you always been this pathetic, Adeline Jones? You still have that true heir Timothy’s chat pinned? He abandoned you, yet you still call him your husband."The blade pressed closer to my neck, sending me a wave of sharp pain. Timothy's impatient voice came through on the other end of the line, "Adeline, what nonsense is it now? There's nothing left for us to discuss. You'd better hurry up and sign the divorce papers, or else—"I interrupted him with a trembling voice, "Tim, Micah's kidnapped me. Can you please come to save me? He said he'll only let me go if you come."I heard a sarcastic laugh from the phone. "Micah kidnapped you? You two are really something. Of course the fake heiress and f
Micah spread his hands and gave me a sinister smile. "You failed."I pleaded with him through my tears, "Please let me go. If you kill me, you'll have to pay for it with your life, won't you? How will you win Nancy back if you're dead?"Desperate, I tried to use Nancy to provoke him, clinging to my last bit of hope."You’re right. I’ll have to pay with my life if I kill you, but aren't we both living worthless lives now?" he said with a twisted smile."Who even cares? Timothy wants to divorce you because you're a fake heiress, and Nancy left me for Timothy because I'm an imposter too, right?"Even our parents, who raised us for over 20 years, want us out of their lives. Isn't that right?"Adeline, we’re both pitiful creatures abandoned by the world."We don't deserve to live in this world. We both deserve to die."My survival instincts kicked in as I sobbed uncontrollably. I kept pleading with my broken voice, "No, that's not true. We can still live good lives."Micah looked a
Micah abruptly ended the call as if he was the one being rejected.Desperation flooded his eyes as he said, "Adeline, we're the most pitiful people in this world. We fell from the top of the world to rock bottom."Look at us. You’re wearing cheap rags from the dollar store, and I’ve got no one left in this world except for my most loyal friend here. I was once so glorious, but now I don’t even have a hundred dollars to my name."Standing there, thin and frail in the darkness, Micah looked haunting.He screamed in frustration, "I hate you so much! Why couldn't you win Timothy's heart? If you were better, Timothy wouldn't still be hung up on his precious first love Nancy. She would’ve stayed with me!"That was not true. Would Nancy really have stayed with this drug addict after becoming the real heiress? No, she absolutely would not have.Micah had already been kicked out of the Lane family and lost all his wealth and power. Anyone with any sense would know what choice to make, jus