My husband faked his death to accompany his first love, and I
burned him to ashes after he was reborn
Chapter 1
Last time around, some jerk locked me in a
walk–in freezer.
I nearly froze my butt off.
When they finally got me out, they told me
Mark, my husband, had been in a car wreck.
He was dead.
His assistant handed me Mark’s stuff, wallet,
the whole deal.
I couldn’t handle it.
I lost it, straight up fainted.
When I woke up, all I wanted was to see Mark
one last time, but all they’d give me was an
urn.
After the funeral, everyone kept telling me to
move on, get remarried.
But then his mother, Nana Betty, gave me a
letter..
“Sweetheart,” it said, “Mark, wanted you to
have the company. Take care of me, will ya?”
I bit the bullet and said yes.
But it wasn’t a company she handed me, it
was a mountain of debt, like, millions.
And Nana Betty?
She was sick, real sick.
Her medical bills were insane.
I had no choice.
I worked seven jobs, busting my tail to take
care of her and pay off those debts.
I almost died from exhaustion.
Then, as I was lying there, fading fast, who do
I see?
Mark, the guy who was supposed to be dead,
pulling up to the hospital in a freakin’ Bentley.
く
He was there with some blonde bimbo,
getting ready for her check up.
I went after him, screaming, asking why he
never came back for me.
He just looked at me like I was garbage.
He put his arm around the young chick, like he was protecting her.
“Brenda’s pregnant,” he sneered.
“You look like a homeless person. Get away from my family.”
That’s when it hit me: he’d been playing me
for ten years.
I got so mad, I guess my heart just gave out. Then I woke up.
I was back to the day before they locked me in the freezer.
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“Honey, I’m totally swamped,” Mark said.
“Could you do me a solid and swing by the
freezer tomorrow? I’ll take you out for pizza
afterwards.”
He was holding a smoothie, looking all cute.
He had that smile on his face, all buttering
me up to go to the freezer.
Mark ran a food distribution business.
Usually, he and his assistant did the freezer
check every day, but he asked me to do it
when he got extra busy.
I looked at him, saw the calculation in his
eyes, clear as day.
I was so clueless back then.
I didn’t suspect a thing.
I just said yes.
And next thing you know, some “accident”
happened and I was locked in the freezer
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I screamed until I was hoarse.
Nobody heard me.
They didn’t find me until I was half–frozen,
practically dead.
Then, bam, Mark was gone..
His assistant handed me his stuff, and I just
lost it, begging to see him one last time.
But the guy, Kevin, shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnson.”
“The crash site was…rough. Trust me, you
don’t want to see it.”
I was too messed up to argue.
I just cried and passed out.
Next thing I knew, Kevin was handing me a
heavy urn, telling me that was all that was left
of Mark.
After he died, he left me a company with
millions in debt, and wrote a letter asking me
to take care of his mom.
I worked seven jobs trying to pay his debt and
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foot her medical bills.
Then, ten years later, who do I see?
Mark, the guy who was supposedly dead,
walking into a hospital with a trophy wife.
I recognized him instantly.
I went after him like a crazy woman,
demanding to know why he faked his death.
He just laughed, like he was better than me.
“Brenda’s carrying my kids, Carol,” he
sneered.
“Ten years and you’re still a sucker. I faked
my death to get rid of you. Now get away
from me.”
I just lost it.
That was it.
But now, I’ve been given a second chance.
I get to see Mark for who he is.
He wants to fake his death and run off with
his mistress?
