Chapter 3

The light that shone into the coffin blinded me. Hudson's handsome, yet slightly sullen expression appeared in front of my eyes. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his clothes were a mess. It was clear that he had just been intimate with Mona.

I looked at him pleadingly, hoping that he could save me, but Hudson did not seem surprised that I had woken up. He looked at me with disdain. "Tsk, tsk, poor thing. You're about to be buried alive. Mona has gone to take care of the funeral. I'll accompany you for a short chat, my good brother.”

"Five years ago, when your mother found out about my identity, she forced my mom to her death to clear all of the obstacles in your way, and even got Dad to remove my name from the family register. However, it didn't stop there. You took my wedding from me. I was supposed to be the one to marry Sheila!”

"You've been married to Sheila for five years, and she tortured you for five years, but you took it all in your stride and refused to get a divorce. The only thing left to do was get Mona to seduce you. I can't believe you were stupid enough to fall for her. Haven't you been dreaming about marrying Mona overseas? You took my marriage from me, so I'm taking yours!”

"I waited until the day your mother finally died. Oh, I did some work on your suspended animation drug. Once you get buried, you're going to feel every second of your slow death. The day you die will be the day I marry Mona."

Hudson chose his words carefully by using the cruelest things he could think of. My heart felt colder by the second, and the hope that flared within me was vanquished right away. This put Hudson in a great mood as he smiled.

He removed all the water and food that had been left in the coffin for me and said nonchalantly, "You're about to die, anyway, so you won't need any of these. I'll leave the oxygen canister for you to live a few more extra days. Unfortunately for you, you won't be able to see me marry Mona."

The coffin was closed once more and the light vanished. My fingers dug deep into the coffin's wood, almost to the point of breaking my nails. My eyelids got heavier by the second, and I fell unconscious from fatigue.

When I woke up next, I could hear many voices speaking outside. My funeral had begun. The guests were greeting each other, and continuous laughter could be heard. No one was sad over my 'death'.

"The second son of the Langdons is finally tortured to death. Sheila Edwards must have beaten him to a pulp, yet he still refused to get a divorce for the sake of the Langdons."

"Serves him right! He deserves it for snatching his brother's woman. His brother is better looking and more capable than he is. If it wasn't for the fact that his brother was exposed as an illegitimate son, there wouldn't have been a place for Sean Langdon in his family."

"Exactly! He even drugged Sheila so he could marry her. Shameless, isn't he? Too bad Sheila aborted the baby right after they got married. How ironic. Now that he's dead, Sheila doesn't even want to attend his funeral."

"Hudson is pretty lucky. Even though he suffered five years ago, his brother is dead now. Not only is he the sole heir to the Langdons, but he's also marrying the only daughter of the Sachman Group next week. No one will dare call him an illegitimate son openly again."

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Everyone gossiped about my family and my marriage while laughing condescendingly at me. None of them had any idea that there was someone alive lying inside the coffin. I was filled with despair as I waited for death.

After the priest finished his prayers, it was time to bury me. I struggled with all my might. It felt like time seemed to be slipping away from me, and there was no one to save me. The coffin was lifted over to my cemetery plot and placed in front of it. That was when I heard Mona lean in close to my coffin.

I mustered all of my energy to spit out the words from my throat, "S… Save me."