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Chapter 1

Renee Myers' tears froze in an instant. "What's the meaning of this, Terrence?""It's exactly as I said."She sprang to her feet. "I'm merely helping Jordan fulfill his dying wish. Do you really have to threaten me with divorce? He's dying, for God's sake! How can you still have such disgusting thoughts in your head?" Jordan Price let out a couple of weak coughs before reaching out to take her hand. "Forget it, Ren. I shouldn't ruin your marriage just because I'm dying." Even though he asked her to forget it, he fished the wedding ring out of the trash and clutched it tightly in his palm. His movement was so swift it was as if he was afraid I might change my mind. Mom burst through the door with my younger brother, Philip Hall, and my son, Oliver Hall, just in time to witness this scene. "Are you even human, Terrence Hall?" Mom raised her hand to slap me. I took a step back, and her palm missed its mark. My 15-year-old son threw himself in front of Jordan. The former's ey

Chapter 2

I'd just wrapped up the call when I heard Renee's muffled sobs from the living room. She shared the signed divorce agreement in our family group chat, along with an essay claiming that she'd only wanted to help a cancer patient fulfill his dying wish, while I was using our ten-year marriage to force her to stand by and watch him die. Less than five minutes after her message was sent, the group chat blew up.My aunt, Susan Foster, was the first to berate me. "How can you be so narrow-minded, Terrence?"My uncle, Benedict Foster, immediately chimed in. "They're not getting legally married. It's just a wedding ceremony. Do you really need to get divorced?" Someone even tagged me. "Jordan's about to die, yet you're still competing with a dying man over your wife? Have you no shame?"I didn't reply to any of them. The harder they came at me now, the more humiliating it would be for them tomorrow. …Mom swiftly called off the tenth-anniversary celebration I'd planned and contacted

Chapter 3

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

Chapter 4

I downloaded all the hotel records and backed them up to an encrypted hard drive. Renee crouched in front of Jordan outside the door, fixing his collar. "I thought I lost you back there." Jordan took her hand. "If I really die before the wedding, will you have regrets?" "Don't spout such nonsense!" she chided, though tears spilled from her eyes. Neither of them let go of each other's hand. …The wedding rehearsal resumed. Renee changed into the wedding gown she'd worn when she married me a decade ago. I'd accompanied her to more than a dozen bridal shops before we settled on one. Then, we had it altered stitch by stitch to make it perfect for her. She'd told me she'd only wear it once in her life. Now, she stood before Jordan and took out our old wedding vows. The opening lines were still the same. However, the rest had been rewritten beyond recognition. "From the first time you stood in front of me to protect me, I knew you'd be the most important person in my life.

Chapter 5

When the lights came on in the wedding hall, Jordan was already seated in the center of the stage. He wore a white suit, his face ghastly pale. There was a thin blanket on his lap and an oxygen cannula beneath his nose. He was determined to play the part of a sickly man to the very end, so he had to stop and gasp for air after every few sentences. Meanwhile, the guests began filing into the room. The moment they spotted me in the last row, the whispers started flying. "How dare he show his face?""He couldn't even loan his wife out for a single day. How petty.""Jordan is practically on his deathbed, and he's still insisting on a divorce. How heartless."Mom wove through the tables with a glass of wine in her hand, telling anyone who would listen how hard Jordan's life had been. He'd never asked anyone for a favor before, and now, all he wanted was the chance to be a groom. Each time she repeated herself, the look she gave me grew colder. Philip stood beside her, pretending

Chapter 6

Jordan stared long and hard at the blood capsule in my hand. The last trace of pallor vanished from his face, replaced by a deep flush. Absolute silence fell over the audience. Renee was the first to snap back to reality. She threw herself in front of him. "What's a blood capsule supposed to prove? Jordan merely wanted to make the ceremony more complete because he was afraid the wedding would be too bland!"I looked at the red plasma on her gown. "So, you're saying a cancer patient deliberately bought a blood capsule to trick people into believing he was dying?"Renee's lips pressed into a tight line. Jordan abruptly clutched his chest and collapsed before reaching out to snatch that piece of plastic. I handed the blood capsule to the forensic investigator behind me. "Seal it."Oliver charged at me to snatch my phone. "Will you only be satisfied when you've driven Uncle Jordan to his death?" I stepped aside to dodge him. "You're 15. Can't you tell the difference between sa

Chapter 7

Renee stared at the giant screen, all the color draining from her face. "It's not what you think! Jordan wasn't feeling well that day, so I stayed with him while he rested." I pulled up the second and third check-in records. For three consecutive years, on the 15th of every month. The same hotel. The same suite. "Did you really need to spend a night with him every month just to keep him company?"Renee's voice trembled. "He's been secretly undergoing treatment. I was afraid you'd get the wrong idea, so I didn't tell you!" "He's been secretly undergoing treatment?" I smiled and switched to the next slide. His hospital records were a blank slate, yet his hotel bills told a very different story. He'd ordered breakfast for two, romantic couple's meals, and two boxes of condoms. Gasps rippled through the guests. Aunt Susan, who had berated me the hardest earlier, was the first to lower her head. Jordan abruptly lunged at the control panel. He threw away the thin blanket from hi

Chapter 8

The anger on Jordan's face instantly froze. Instead of playing the audio recording right away, I opened the files the forensic investigator had just sent me. They revealed a short-term rental storage unit by the sea, an offshore account, a high-value accident insurance policy purchased under Renee's name, and a one-way trip abroad booked for a month later. "The wedding was only the first step of your plan. After the ceremony, you'd leave a suicide note and stage your death by jumping into the ocean. I'd become the villain who drove the man who saved my son to his death. Renee and Oliver would loathe me, while Mom and Philip would sever all ties with me. Once I'd lost everyone, you'd siphon off my assets." "You're lying!" Jordan bellowed.Renee, however, stared intently at the departure list. There was only one name on it, and it was Jordan's."Why isn't my name on it?" she inquired, seizing him by the collar. "Didn't you promise to take Oliver and me with you once this was all

Chapter 9

The moment the recording ended, Jordan lunged at me like a madman. "Turn it off!" He knocked over his wheelchair and reached for my phone. I stepped aside to dodge him. He slammed his fist into the microphone stand, sending the metal pole crashing to the floor. The man who had been too weak to function without an oxygen tube just moments ago now had bloodshot eyes as he gripped my collar with both hands. "That recording's fabricated! I can't believe you'd forge something like this just to get back at me, Terrence Hall!"I didn't fight back. Instead, I looked at the guests below the stage. "Did everyone get a good look at him? This is the cancer patient you've all been defending." Several of my relatives were just about to step forward when the banquet hall doors were thrown wide open. Two police officers hurried into the banquet hall with several staff members. Long before the wedding commenced, I had handed over the fake diagnosis, blood capsules, hotel records, and the unaut

Chapter 10

Oliver stood in the middle of traffic, as if he were deaf to the blaring horns around him. The very next second, a truck sped past, narrowly missing him. I rushed forward and yanked him back to the curb. He collapsed onto the ground and flung his arm away. "Don't touch me! Are you happy now? Uncle Jordan has been arrested, Mom is under investigation, and our whole family is ruined!" I looked at my scraped knuckles. In my previous life, when I died alone in the mental asylum, he hadn't even bothered to see me one last time. Yet, my body had still moved faster than my mind. "The ones who ruined this family are the arsonist and the cheater, not the person who exposed them." Tears welled up in his eyes as he bellowed, "But Uncle Jordan did save my life! That recording is only a few seconds long. For all I know, you had someone splice them together!"The officers came running after us and escorted us both back to the banquet hall. The technicians had already restored the equipm

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