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Chapter 3

Author: Between Mist
Before long, Renee's and Jordan's voices drifted out from the master bedroom.

Jordan said it was too cold, so Renee cranked up the air conditioner. He gasped that he couldn't catch his breath, so she helped him undo the top button of his shirt.

We'd been married for a decade, and she had never taken care of me with such patience. I spun on my heel and headed back to the study, where I made backup copies of the divorce agreement, Jordan's diagnosis report, and the complete inventory of our assets.

…

The wedding planners arrived with their staff as soon as the sun came up.

Jordan was wheeled out in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube under his nose and a layer of ashen-white powder deliberately dusted over his face. To anyone who didn't know better, he looked like he was on the verge of drawing his last breath.

During the rehearsal, he abruptly tugged on my sleeve. "Terrence, can you be the one to wheel me down the aisle tomorrow? I'd like you to be the one to place Ren's hand in mine, too."

Renee's eyes misted over. "Jordan wants you to be part of the wedding to prove that there's nothing inappropriate going on between us."

I almost burst into laughter. Jordan stole my wife, and now he wanted me to deliver her to him on a silver platter.

I'd seen my fair share of shameless people, but he was the first to make such a grand ceremony out of it.

"I'll pay for your wedding, but I won't wait on you hand and foot."

I was about to walk away when Jordan called out, "I think my oxygen tube has come loose, Terrence. Can you adjust it for me?"

"I can't."

The moment the words left my lips, he tumbled out of his wheelchair. His oxygen tube came loose, and he clutched his chest, twitching violently. To make matters worse, his lips quivered as well.

Renee screamed and hurried over, shoving me aside. "Do you want him to drop dead, Terrence?"

Oliver, too, rushed over to shield Jordan. "You know how sick Uncle Jordan is! Would it have killed you to give him a hand?"

Mom was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. "I raised you all these years for nothing!"

Jordan was helped into the guest room. Everyone was busy calling the doctor and fetching his medication.

No one noticed when he suddenly opened his eyes as he passed by me. He grasped my wrist, lowering his voice to a whisper. "See? The living can never compete with a dying man, Terrence. After I kick the bucket, Ren will love me for the rest of her life!"

Memories flashed through my mind as I gazed at him. Years ago, when he was running a 104-degree fever, I was the one who piggybacked him across three blocks to the hospital. Back when my startup was on the rocks, and I had only 20 grand to my name, I still gave half of it to him.

I'd genuinely treated him as my own brother. Yet, now, he was sitting in a wheelchair, using a fake diagnosis to steal my wife, deceive Mom, and turn my own son against me.

Just then, my phone buzzed. The forensic investigator sent me the verification results. "We've verified it with the hospital. The report number is legitimate, but it belongs to someone else."

Right after that, I received a zip file. It contained three consecutive years of hotel check-in records.

On the 15th of every month, Jordan had booked the same suite at the same hotel. The accompanying guest's name was plain as day—Renee Myers.

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