บททั้งหมดของ The Husband She Tried to Cash Out: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Estella couldn't even be bothered to buy a proper blood pack to make her act convincing."Most men recover quickly from blood loss. It won't kill you to draw a little more, so why don't you sell more of your blood? You wouldn't want to see me die in agony, would you?" A soft, pitiful note crept into her voice when I remained silent."Are you hungry? I'll cook something for you." I changed the subject as I turned and stepped into the cramped bathroom.The coat she'd just taken off today lay soaking in a plastic basin. I plunged my hand into the icy water and felt a soggy wad of paper inside the pocket.I took it out and carefully unfolded it. Although the ink had smudged a little, I could still make out the words on it.It was a receipt for a lobster roll that cost 400 dollars and foie gras priced at 300 dollars. The payment had just been made at noon today.I simply couldn't imagine a terminally ill patient eating a seafood feast. After all, every one of these dishes was strictly

Estella let out a cold scoff. "That's easy. I've bought a few packs of strong sleeping pills. I'll slip a small dose into his water every day. It'll be just enough to leave him lightheaded. "After all, he works hundreds of feet up on scaffolding every day. All it takes is a moment of dizziness, and one misstep will do the job," she continued.A sharp smack echoed out of the private room. It sounded like someone had slapped their thigh."It's a brilliant idea. That's my daughter!" Allen praised loudly."Come on, let's dig in. The lobster rolls are really something."Once again, the sounds of chewing and the clinking of glasses drifted out of the room.I pulled the cracked-screen phone from my pocket and stopped the recording. Then, I slipped back out through the kitchen corridor when no one was around.The sunlight was practically blinding when I stepped onto the street, yet I couldn't feel a trace of warmth. It was as though my blood had all but turned to ice.Exhaustion, bloo

I reached out and grabbed the black static rope I'd secured around my waist the moment I fell.I'd bought the climbing rope as a backup for 100 dollars when I passed by the hardware store this morning. Instead of clipping it to the tampered buckle, I'd tied it off in a dead knot to one of the steel bars.The force of the fall snapped the rope taut as it dug viciously into my waist. Pain instantly shot through my entire body as blood surged up my throat.I was left hanging in midair nine stories above the ground. Gasping for breath, I was overwhelmed with the relief of having survived.No one below could make out what'd happened to me. From Estella's angle, I'd probably already fallen into the debris pit on the second floor.Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to climb up slowly through the pain. The coarse rope tore at my palms as blood trailed down its length.In the end, I pulled myself through the unglazed window on the tenth floor and collapsed onto the rough concrete floor.

Blake's scream tore through the air when the police officers walked up and cuffed his wrists."This has nothing to do with me! My sister was the one who made me do it. It was all her idea!" he shouted.At those words, Estella sprang up from the ground and lunged at Blake. "You ungrateful bastard! I did it all so you could buy an apartment! What do you mean it was my idea? You were the one who suggested it in the first place!" she snarled.The two siblings wrestled on the ground, hitting and clawing at one another until they were bruised and disheveled.In the end, the officers had to pull them apart and take them both away.That very night, news of Estella's arrest made headlines across the city.The next day, Estella had her lawyer release a video online from the detention center. Tears streamed down her face in the footage. "Raphael's abusive—he beats me all the time. He fabricated that recording to steal my parents' retirement savings. I've never committed insurance fraud. H