I Faked My Death to Watch Her Fall ApartChapter 1
On the night of our eighth anniversary, Primrose Archival slept with her male assistant.
After it happened, she looked at me with reddened eyes and whispered, “Honey, I was set up. He’s already been fired.”
To prove her innocence, she held a knife to her abdomen and slashed herself.
I had no choice but to forgive her.
But two years later, that same male assistant, Gideon Cortez, sat across from me in a café, tossing photo after photo onto the table, each one more intimate than the last.
“On Thanksgiving, she told you to go on a business trip, didn’t she? In truth, she spent the holiday with me and our child.”
“And your birthday? She said there was a company crisis and she couldn’t make it back. That night, we had a candlelit dinner and then stayed in a couple’s themed suite.”
“And on your tenth anniversary? We went to the hot springs. Used up two whole boxes of condoms.”
“You really think she still loves you? Wake up. She’s addicted to my body. Our kid is nearly a year old now…”
I nearly clawed my palms raw. She hadn’t just betrayed me. She’d given him a child.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I demanded a divorce.
But Primrose’s eyes turned red as she snapped, “Carson, we are not getting divorced. The only way out is if one of us dies!”
“If we don’t divorce, I can bring Gideon’s son over, and you can raise him. Since you're child-free by choice, wouldn’t it be nice to skip the labor pains?”
I laughed coldly. She had the nerve to cheat, and now wanted me to raise their kid.
I turned away and called my sister overseas. “Sis, get me a fake identity. Best if I can fake my death and disappear.”
“Once unfaithful, always unfaithful. I want to vanish from her world, completely.”
——
On the other end, my sister stayed silent for three seconds before replying, “Don’t worry, leave it to me.”
“That woman Primrose dares to hurt my brother? I’ll show her the true meaning of death.”
My sister was a mercenary, untethered by borders. Even if she killed someone, no country could touch her.
Realizing what she intended, I hesitated and quickly stopped her.
“Sis, she’s not worth dirtying your hands.”
“Just prepare my new identity. Give me seven days. I’ll settle everything here and come find you.”
Right after I hung up, I heard cautious footsteps behind me, slow, hesitant.