The Deaths Of Three

The butler gulped and braced himself as he continued, “Mrs. Frank… is no longer breathing…”

Mark’s breathing came raggedly, and I detected panic in it. Just when I wanted to listen closer to determine whether my ears were deceiving me, he spoke, and it was ruthless.

“She’s just pretending! Fine! I’ll see how long she can keep this up!

“She managed to survive in the tough conditions of the wilderness, and she can hold her breath for more than ten minutes underwater! She’s just scaring all of you because you have no medical knowledge! Get my doctor here, and I’ll expose her lies right in her face!”

The butler’s eyes widened. “Mr. Frank, her babies are already—”

“Whose orders are you going to listen to?!” Mark interrupted him impatiently. “Is she the one paying you, or am I?”

“Understood… I’ll call the doctor now…”

The butler sighed in resignation and left.

Rachel approached him.

“Calm down, Mark. You’ll get sick if you’re too angry.”

“Jane is seriously good at getting other people’s support. It’s only been a few years, and everyone treats her like she’s the matriarch of the household!”

Mark’s words shattered my pride like a hammer.

In just three years, he had forgotten the promise he made to me.

On our wedding day, Mark had lovingly said, “This is your home, and you’ll be the sole matriarch of the place.”

Tears streamed down my face.

I had foolishly hoped that when Mark learned I had died during labor, he would feel a little guilty and regretful.

What a joke I was! I was such an idiot!

I had actually believed that Mark would actually love me.

…

Mark and Rachel were childhood friends, and they were engaged at a young age.

But Rachel found out that she could not get pregnant through conventional means during a checkup.

So, she got on a plane and flew to another country, thereby cutting all ties with Mark.

At that time, she had claimed that Mark was the sole heir of the Frank family, and she could not bear the thought of ending his family line just because of her.

In order to forget the pain of having been dumped so abruptly, Mark joined a wilderness exploration team.

I was the captain of that team.

Later, when he proposed to me, he told me that my decisiveness and unyielding nature were the personification of all that was good in the world.

He said that I was the one who gave him direction in his life when he felt lost, and he knew in an instant that I was his home.

After we got married, he claimed that exploring the wilderness was dangerous, so I resigned and focused on getting pregnant so that I could give birth to an heir or an heiress.

After Mark broke up with Rachel, he kept drinking and staying up late, so his body was drained.

Facing the mounting pressure from his parents as they demanded me to get pregnant, I helped him get better while I got myself ready.

Finally, in the third year of our marriage, I was pregnant with twins.

His parents were so happy that they organized a press conference and declared that the children I gave birth to would be the sole heirs of Frank Corporation.

Right then, Rachel returned, and she said, “I’m not interested in inheriting the company. I’ll be satisfied with just being with Mark.”

From then on, Mark started staying outside more, and I found red lipstick stains on his white dress shirts that could not be washed away.

I asked for a divorce, but Mark said that my babies were the heirs of Frank Corporation and refused to let me leave.

He said that Rachel was sick and needed someone to take care of her, so he brought her back with him.

Rachel could not get pregnant, so she got upset whenever she saw pregnant women. He shut me in an attic even though I was nearing my delivery date.

Mark should be the one to die!

Jacob Grant, the doctor, soon arrived. As Mark’s friend, Jacob had always been in charge of Mark’s health.

Mark crossed his arms and followed behind Jacob in annoyance. “Let’s see how long you can keep your act up, Jane!”