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My Husband Faked His Death For His Mistress

The fluorescent lights of the hospital gleamed brightly right as my shrill ringtone cut through the air. Seeing the unfamiliar number, a sole thought settled into my belly. “Hello? This is Talia Hayes.” I answered. "Mrs Hayes, this is the city's Police force. I am very sorry to get this to you, but…there was an unfortunate car accident that took place. Your husband, David Hayes was one of the victims. We need you to come to the City hospital to confirm his identity." As soon as I heard those words, I smiled bitterly. The scent of antiseptic in the hospital filtered through. “I’ll be there soon.” “Thank you Ma'am. We will send a car to escort you-” “No need. I'm already here.” I ended the call and looked down, clutching the ultrasound report in my hand. I was pregnant and now David was dead. A cold bitter feeling wafted through me. He had finally gone through with it. The past between us circled through my mind. As far as I could remember, David and I had been together, going through the natural progression of being college sweethearts and getting married. It was a coincidence that we were also in the same circles, with him being from the Hayes family whilst I was the only child and heiress to the Weston family wealth after my parents death. After marriage, I helped him and the Hayes family, not only in their company but being a dutiful wife and in-law. I cared for David everyday. We seemed like we were a harmonious couple. The only thing that was missing between us was a child. A little heir to cement our bond. For the past one year after our marriage, we had tried to get a child to no avail. He comforted me every time, soothing me that it didn't matter. He constantly gave me gifts, being the perfect husband. No matter the issues that arise, I believed that he would be on my side. Until a few weeks ago. When I sneaked into his study, excitedly clutching the pregnancy report, I heard him on the phone, speaking excitedly. Before I could take a step forward, his words chilled my heart. “Soon baby. Once I fake my death, we'll move out of the country. Nobody will suspect a thing and we can be together.” My blood ran cold. “I've already planned it out and sent my men to make arrangements.” He chuckled, “It'll be three weeks from now. A freak car accident. That bitch won't suspect a thing.” “But David,” a playful voice cooed over the line. I recognised it instantly.
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Chapter 4

Talia

Even though David had never fully mentioned his family, the implications were clear.

In the past, every time Penelope would visit, he and his family would pander over her, caring for her with such open affection, yet any complaint from me would be shut down. They would claim I was unreasonable. After all, they were just showing platonic affection and I was overthinking things.

Under their scolding and David's care, I had even doubted myself.

I knew that they were in on David's plan. It was confirmed when whilst monitoring them, they had made contact overseas.

All this time they had known all this time of he and Penelope's relationship and supported them. Now that David was gone with her to nurture their child, they wanted to use me.

Very well then.

If Renee had exposed them it would have made things easier, but it didn't matter. Now that it was confirmed I wasn't going to hold back.

I straightened up and looked at Renee's sneering face.

SMACK!

She collapsed from the force of my slap until Ellen caught her.

“Talia! What are you doing? How dare you lay a hand on your cousin!” my father in law screamed, face red.

“Father, as an Elder I was just trying to correct Renee as my younger sister.” I smiled helplessly.

“Its not right for her to attack me, or spout strange things in her grief.”

I could see despite the shock, everyone was relieved. They believed I was still ignorant.

“You…” Renee tried to speak but she was held back with warning glances.

“Sister Renee, be careful of what you say in your grief. David was like your brother.” I said, feeling satisfied at her enraged look.

“However, I really can't accept this yet. There is still a perfectly good home waiting for you. I will help assist on other matters but that is all.”

My second refusal slurred Jackson forward. His expression grimaced as he moved towards me.

“Don’t be unreasonable. After all we've done for you...”

“All you've done for me?” I countered, daring him to say a word. He froze in place, shock written all over.

The first time I met them, they looked at me with disdain before they learned of my name. They initially acted benevolent after my marriage but soon began making demands over me.

I held myself back for David's sake, believing that he was on my side, and they thought my silence meant submission. In their eyes, they believed that I was easy to bully.

But it wasn't time to show my cards yet.

I frowned, heartbroken, letting my tears fall.

“Mother, father, Renee, I've never asked you for anything. Everything you expected of me, I did without restraint. David just died. His grave is still fresh. I'm also grieving and I still have to work for Hayes Corporation for his sake. All I need is time to put everything on track, which is why I can't take you in, yet you call me unreasonable?”

I said it loud enough that the maids, and security that were no doubt eavesdropping would hear. The family's faces paled at the sight of my tears.

Stumbling backwards as if I was dizzy, I steadied myself on a chair and shook my head.

“It's alright. Mother, Father, Renee. I'm sorry but I can't help you this time. Don't worry, I'll support you to the best of my ability and make sure you're well taken care of. But for now you'll have to leave this place.”

“You-”

Before any of them could retort I had already signalled the security to come and take them and their luggage away. They struggled against them looking stunned and angry.

“Unfilial child. Let me go!”

I didn't bother looking at them amidst their screams. Clair soon came to support me before I collapsed. As soon as the doors closed for good, I carefully stepped out of the living room, stumbling.

In the face of the servants present, I dragged myself tiredly back to my room with grief in my eyes.

The door shut and I tore away my pretenses, straightening back to normal.

“They won't let this go easily Ma'am.” she said anxiously.

I smirked, looking from the window at the last sight of them being forcefully driven away.

“It doesn't matter,” I said coldly, “Retrieve the footage in the living room for me later.”

“Yes Ma'am.”

After dismissing her, I called Jason again.

“What is the progress?”

“Its already progressing. We've withdrawn about 80% of all of your investments funds and spoken to most of the other companies. Hayes Corporation will soon be receiving notifications of cancelled projects.”

“Good.” I muttered, “And what of Weston Corporation?”

“We are already contacting several Partners as we speak. They're all willing to work with us but they want to speak with you first."

“I'll send a few extra contacts to you. Tread slowly with them and win them over.” I said. The call quickly ended.

I had already feigned enough grief to garner in the face of several potential partners during the funeral, receiving several contacts in the process.

Better yet, my family's former partners I had never lost contact with, some of whom I contacted to aid in Hayes Corporation once, were still ready to join me. With their lifelong debts and loyalty to my parents, I was at an advantage.

But sympathy and sentiment wouldn't win confidence. Ability did.

It would be easier to walk away and watch them crumble but that wasn't my goal. I still had something to do with Hayes Corporation.

And soon, I would make sure everyone was aware of who the real mastermind behind Hayes success was.

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