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
Clang!The tool in Timothy's hand fell straight to the ground. His face went pale with terror as he took a step back, only to trip over the fallen tool and collapse to the floor in a clumsy heap.The assistant was startled by Timothy's sudden loss of control, and he instinctively moved forward to help, but Timothy pushed him away.Trembling, Timothy scrambled back to his feet and knelt by his daughter's side. He caressed her cold, lifeless cheek with his hand, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment. "This isn't real. It's all fake. It has to be fake!"As if suddenly struck by a thought, he crawled frantically to my bedside, pulling away the white sheet that covered me. The moment he saw my lifeless face, he broke down completely. I had never seen him cry so desperately.Hunched over, his gaze lingered on Halle's face and mine, disbelief etched in his eyes. "How could this happen?" he murmured. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?!"Addy, wake up.
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