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He then rose to his feet, shrugged nonchalantly, and added with a dismissive tone, “Since you’re curious, I’ll tell you. You’ll find out soon enough anyway.” He paused, then continued casually, “My real name is Kenneth Wonder. Your husband murdered my parents. Not only that—the beast you call your husband didn’t even spare my father’s business. He tore down everything my father built, in a single blow. I hated him for it. I worked my ass off to make a name for myself, to infiltrate his team, and to eliminate him. But he’s clever—so clever, he knew everyone in his circle, knew them as well as the back of his hand. He wouldn’t let me slip through. I thought it was impossible—until your dad…”

His voice was a low growl, barely audible. “You’re mine, Elena,” he said quietly, as if making a promise to himself. “And I swear… no one’s ever touching you again.” Outside, the world kept spinning, blind to the truth. Reporters fought for front row positions outside the estate’s gates, drones hovered over the perimeter, and the name Thorne trended worldwide with hashtags of mourning and conspiracy. But inside, the “dead” husband and wife lay side by side in the quiet safety of the estate’s medical wing, one watching, one still trapped in darkness.

"You shouldn't waste your energy talking to a rotting corpse." A rotting corpse. The words sliced through my heart like a jagged blade. How could he say that to me? He loved me. We had spent years building a life together before we got married. Or at least... I thought we had. Adrian turned back to face me, a cold, ruthless smile spreading across his handsome face that made me shiver under the thin hospital blanket. "To be honest, Elena, you weren't supposed to live long enough to witness this." "I thought..." I gasped, fighting for air as the heart monitor began to beep faster.

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

mom yelled at her. "Dead? Your husband is not dead, maybe you're just hiding him from us." The guy said to mom and approached her slowly. "Hiding from who? I don't know any of you." Mom answered while still shivering in fear. "Nonsense. You know us, Rebirth Organization, where your husband is the lead scientist in the hospital of yours." The guy said and I saw mom became shocked. Me as well was shocked of what I've heard, what is that organization?

She glanced at Sigourney, and seeing the same heavy expression still on her face, she spoke slowly. "It's not just the same name, Sigourney." Grace pressed her lips together. "The CEO of that corporation... is actually my husband." Sigourney feigned great surprise, tilting her head toward Grace with a look full of doubt. She blinked, her tone rising, her face openly bewildered. "What?!! Didn't you say your husband only ran a small company?" "This is the 'small company' you were talking about?" She exclaimed in disbelief, while Grace awkwardly brushed her hair back. With a faint smile, she said,

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

She leaves and after pausing for some minutes, a Man ambled down the stairs. He wore a tinted glass and so it was impossible to see his face, nevertheless, he looked kind of familiar, the way he walked made me think had met before.. .Corey.... ". The man stopped and addressed my husband. He grinned and removed the glass. "Oh ! Julian?". Corey smiled as he lowered his gun. Both of them warmly embraced each other and it was such a thoughtful encounter as well as Curious to know about the identity of the man. "Son of a bitch ... How dare you kidnap my wife!!?".

But he claimed that I was merely putting on an act and insisted I be taught a lesson. In the end, Shawn still didn't make it. The moment his blood stained my vision red, my entire world collapsed. It wasn't until the third day after I had been sold to Northreach that I regained consciousness. Shawn was gone, and I had no way to return home. I was stripped naked and thrown onto a muddy wooden plank, waiting for the doctor to come harvest my kidney. Yet on the old TV beside me, the face of my late husband appeared—Julian Harlow, the CEO of a publicly listed corporation with a net worth exceeding multiple billions of dollars.

He pulled his hand away and said firmly, “Mr. Larson, please calm down. “We have confirmed the identity of the deceased. The ID and DNA match perfectly.” He picked up a document from the table and said clearly, “The deceased is John Larson, a 58-year-old man. “He’s the owner of the vehicle involved in the accident and the biological father of Mr. Zeke Larson.” For a moment, Zeke’s mind went blank. He staggered back a few steps and sank to the floor. He was stunned. Snow finally came back to her senses. She pointed at me in disbelief. “How… How is this possible? I clearly hit—”