All Chapters of My Husband Faked His Death for Love, and I Went with It: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“I’m so sorry, but your husband, Hank Johnson, was in a car crash this afternoon. He didn’t make it.” The funeral home employee said, his head hung low, “Our condolences.” News about my husband’s death did not stir any sad feelings in me. Instead, I was eerily calm. “I want to see his body. I need proof that he’s really gone.” “I understand that you’re going through a lot of emotions now, Mrs. Johnson, but his body was badly damaged in the crash. It’s best that you don’t see him in such a state.” Before I could say anything, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law rushed to the scene. “It’s all her fault, Mom! If she didn’t demand some cake, Hank wouldn’t have gone out in the rain and got hit by a truck!” “Why, you! Give me back my son, Rochelle!” Judy, my mother-in-law, came up to hit me, but I grabbed her arm and flung her to the side. She staggered back and tore into me. “You’re vile! You got my son killed and attacked me! My poor son!” “You might want to be mindful o

Judy showed up at the office not long after Hank’s passing. Just like in my previous life, she used the same excuse to pressure me into giving her the business.“My son lost his life because of you. Shouldn’t you compensate me?” “What do you want?” Raising my brow, I watched her put on the waterworks. Judy’s expression softened as she acted like she was doing me a favor. “Give your car and house to Lyra. She lost her brother. It’s the least you can do since she needs support.” “And?” “You should give up your business to me. “You’re responsible for Hank’s death, and I don’t have a son to lean on anymore. It’s only fair I get the business.” I could not hold back from chuckling, and Judy was not having it. “You’re happy that Hank is dead, aren’t you? Did you kill him to get with your lover?” Brushing her absurd accusations off, I slid a bank card toward her. “You’re not getting my car, house, or business. “Here’s everything Hank owned. Sign here to acknowledge r

With everything in place the next morning, I went live. I talked about how I paid off Hank’s debts, how we built RH’s Table together, our marriage, and his tragic passing on our wedding anniversary. By the end, I was inconsolable, my face pale. The public was touched by our love story. [It has been ten years since my first love got sick and passed away. I’m still not over it. It hurts when I think about it. I understand how she feels.][I can’t imagine her pain. They had been through so much together, only for her to lose him at their best.][I’ve been to RH’s. The food and service were great. Her business needs our support more than ever.]I started trending online alongside Hank, our tragic love story, and business venture. Our past intimate interactions were uncovered and reposted online. Many dropped their condolences on Hank’s social media page. Hank could not leave the house anymore. He was constantly in hiding, too scared to be seen. Claudia could not take it

Holding the medical report in disbelief, Hank grilled Judy, “What’s the meaning of this? Why don’t Lyra and I have the same father?” Judy’s eyes were shifty. “There can only be one reason.” Hank froze. It took a moment for him to regain composure. “It all makes sense now. “Though Dad was bedridden for a long time, he was always cheerful. He lost his appetite the moment he found out about your pregnancy. He was gone months later. It was because you cheated on him!” Livid, Hank slapped Judy on camera. Judy fell to the ground, whimpering. I was hooked on the screen, munching on snacks. In fact, I had known for a long time that Lyra did not share the same father as Hank. I had come across Lyra’s medical lab report by chance. Judy and her husband had type B blood, yet Lyra was type A. I kept the secret for Judy, not wanting to break Hank’s heart. On my mobile screen, Hank grabbed Lyra. “What about you? Did you know? Was that why you were reluctant to do the test with