I Had A Funeral For My Prented-Dead Husband
In the first month after my husband went missing while diving, I saw him kissing Ariya passionately from upstairs.
I stood in the shadows, watching him enjoy his freedom, my heart shattered.
Then, I organized a grand funeral for him.
His cousin, Nill, was there. When my ex husband found out about my relationship with him, he completely broke down.
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Chapter 4
Dante stormed toward me, his eyes burning with desperation as he pulled me into his arms, trembling uncontrollably.
"Selina... I'm so sorry. I'm not dead, I swear. That day, I nearly drowned. But someone saved me-someone kind. I spent a month recovering, trying to get back to you. I couldn't bear it any longer. You mean everything to me!"
I looked at him coldly, not a flicker of emotion showing on my face.
He pulled back slightly, still gripping me, his voice pleading, "Selina, I swear, you're my life! I couldn't think of anything else during those dark days."
I let out a bitter laugh.
"Have you finished playing your part, Dante?"
"Who was it, Dante? Was it Ariya who saved you?"
His face paled instantly.
He forced out a strained smile. "Selina, what are you talking about? You're... not making sense."
"Not an act anymore, is it, Dante? All this pretending-it's over now!"
He staggered back, stunned.
I turned to the big screen behind me, clicking a button to play the video.
On the screen, Dante and Ariya entered my house, time and time again. Then came the footage of that fateful day-when I had left Ariya's house, heartbroken.
Dante's face on the screen was the last thing he expected to see. He turned ghostly white, his breath catching in his throat.
He scanned the room like he wanted to tear everyone apart.
"Who did this?" he bellowed, voice booming. "Who's behind this?! You've destroyed my life! My marriage!"
The people around us shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. None of them dared to speak up. Finally, he turned back to me.
"Selina! You've been lied to! These videos-these are fake! AI! I'd never betray you! Never!"
His hand shot out, pulling something from his pocket-a diamond ring.
He waved it in front of me, eyes pleading. "Look, Selina, this is proof. I love you. You can't believe this-none of this is real!"
I stared at the ring, unfazed. Then, I nodded toward my sister.
She swiftly queued up another video, zooming in on Ariya's ring-injured and worn. The same exact design.
The same exact ring.
Dante's face darkened, the color draining from it completely. I let out a dry laugh.
"Still lying, Dante? After everything?"
The guests were speechless, their eyes darting between us. No one had ever witnessed something like this-someone alive at their own funeral, only to be caught in a web of lies and scandal.
Dante's mask finally cracked, fury taking over.
His face twisted into an expression of pure rage.
"Selina! Is this what you want? To tear us apart? Is this some sick game to you?"
"Yes."
I took a step forward, handing him the divorce papers.
"Sign it. Everything you've worked for, everything you've built, will be yours again. If you don't, I will make sure you lose everything. "
His eyes narrowed as he grabbed the papers, flipping them open, his gaze flicking to the financial section. His eyes narrowed to slits. Then, in a fit of rage, he tore the agreement in half.
"You want to take everything from me?" His voice cracked with fury. "Why? I gave everything for this marriage, for you! How can you be so cruel?!"
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9.5
Blaire's mother gave her a ruthless ultimatum: find a husband today, or never call her mother again.
Desperate to escape the suffocating control and disastrous blind dates, Blaire agreed to a fake marriage with a stranger she met through an old woman.
She thought she was marrying a dirt-poor salesman drowning in mortgage debt.
They lived in a rundown Queens apartment and split the living expenses fifty-fifty.
He drove a sputtering Toyota Camry, established extreme territorial rules, and treated her like a gold-digging biohazard.
When she accidentally tripped and spilled hot soup on him, he didn't help her up, instead accusing her of using pathetic tricks to seduce him.
Her own mother even crashed their apartment, ruthlessly mocking his pathetic financial state and calling him a total loser.
Blaire endured his coldness and extreme germaphobia, genuinely pitying him for his stressful, low-paying job.
She refunded his money and defended his dignity, refusing to take advantage of a struggling man.
But she couldn't understand why this supposedly broke guy possessed such a lethal, commanding aura, or why an incredibly expensive cashmere blanket mysteriously appeared on her when she was freezing on the couch.
Until her brother called with a shocking warning.
"Blaire, the name on your marriage certificate belongs to the notoriously secretive billionaire CEO of New York's top financial syndicate!"
Blaire laughed out loud, completely unaware that behind the bedroom door, her "broke" husband was frantically ordering his PR team to bury his true identity.
9.7
For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts.
Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son.
In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way.
Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged.
Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind.
When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."
7.3
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.
8.0
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On the day my daughter turned five, my husband Carter finally came home-with his mistress and a child who looked exactly like him.
He introduced me as the "mother of his child," not his wife, while my own parents fawned over his illegitimate daughter to secure a business merger.
I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, leaving me with months to live, yet no one cared.
The breaking point wasn't my illness, but seeing Carter slap our daughter across the face because she refused to give her first-place ribbon to his mistress's child.
"She disrespected me! I have a right to discipline my own daughter!"
He thinks I' m just a dying, discarded wife who will fade away quietly to make room for his new family.
He' s wrong.
I have three months left to live, and I' m going to spend every second of it burning his empire to the ground.
My funeral will be the stage for his destruction.
9.0
As the building crumbled around us, my husband, a paramedic, held the only oxygen mask.
He gave it to his high school sweetheart, not to me, his wife who was struggling to breathe.
Pinned under a beam, I gasped that I was pregnant. He told me to stop being dramatic and left me to die, taking our son with him. My own son agreed, telling his father I always "bounce back."
I lost our baby, alone in a hospital room, while they fussed over her "anxiety attack" across the hall. They had chosen her, leaving me and our child in the rubble without a second thought.
When he finally confronted me, it wasn't to apologize, but to demand I stop my "games." So I gave him exactly what he and our son had wished for.
"I'm divorcing you," I said calmly. "And you can have Jax. I no longer want to be his mother."
9.2
He became crippled because of me,but I ran away from the man I loved...and fell into the arms of his father.
One reckless night with a stranger should have ended there, until I learned the stranger was Lucien Sinclair, the self-made billionaire CEO of the Sinclair Empire.
My ex-boyfriend's father.
Now I'm trapped in a contract marriage with a devil, who forces me to watch my past and present collide under the same roof.
And betrayal? It's my daily dose...especially when my best friend steals my husband right before my eyes.
Then the nightmare turns fatal.
I'm pregnant... with twins.
One child belongs to the father.
The other belongs to the son.
No matter who I choose......someone I love will burn.