My Mistress Ordered My Funeral While I Was Still Alive Chapter 06

My Mistress Ordered My Funeral While I Was Still Alive Chapter 06

I didn’t speak. 

Harrison didn’t move. 

The floor was a total disaster area. 

Photos, the plaque, the lighter, the burn barrel. 

And the diamond ring Amber had thrown. 

He bent down, his hand reaching for the metal. 

“Don’t bother.” 

His hand froze in mid–air. 

I pushed my sleeve up slightly, slid my own 

wedding band off my finger, and dropped it onto 

the coffee table. 

“I won’t be needing it anymore.” 

Harrison stared at the two identical rings sitting 

side by side. 

A long, agonizing silence passed before he finally forced his eyes up to meet mine. 

“Evelyn, when did you find out?” 

I knelt down, calmly gathering the scattered 

photos from the floor. 

The wedding dress. 

The ultrasound photo. 

The baby onesies. 

Each photo felt like a layer of skin being ripped from my body, but the pain had gone past the 

point of tears. My face remained entirely blank. 

“When she walked into my office and said her boyfriend’s name was Harrison Sterling?” 

“When you gave her my wedding ring?” 

“Or maybe even earlier.” 

I stacked the photos neatly and set them right 

next to the Custom Epitaph. 

“March twelfth of last year.” 

Harrison’s eyelid twitched violently. 

I stood up, walked into the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water. 

“That morning, you held me and said, ‘Evelyn, the three of us are going to be so happy‘.” 

“That night, you made me an Organic botanical 

wellness tonic.” 

“You told me I looked drained, that I needed to 

nourish my body.” 

The water in my glass was freezing cold. 

I took a slow sip. 

“What did you put in it?” 

Harrison’s face looked skeletal under the lights. 

“Evelyn, who told you that?” 

“Mifepristone.” 

I looked at him across the counter. 

“The dosage was small. Masked by the earthy herbal infusion, it was impossible to taste.” 

“You didn’t switch up the recipe every day because 

you cared about my health.” 

“You did it to hide the chemical smell.” 

His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the 

hardwood floor. 

“You knew.” 

“I knew.” 

I pulled my phone from my pocket, opened at 

photo, and held the screen in front of his face. 

It was a lab report. 

Submitted Sample: Earthy herbal tonic residue. 

Result: Positive for Mifepristone trace elements. 

Harrison stared at the screen, his lips trembling 

uncontrollably. 

“When did you…” 

“The night of the miscarriage.” 

“While I was blacking out from the pain, I suddenly 

remembered how off that last drink tasted.” 

“The next morning, I had the nurse quietly bag the 

trash from our kitchen.” 

“Harrison, I loved you.” 

“But I was never stupid.” 

His eyes flushed a sudden, brilliant red. 

“Evelyn, I regret it every single day.” 

“I didn’t ask if you regretted it.” 

I slid the phone back into my pocket. 

“Do you honestly think the word ‘regret‘ can pay 

back a human life?” 

Still on his knees, he reached out, trying to grasp 

the hem of my dress. 

I took a step back. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

His hand stayed locked in the empty air. 

“Evelyn, what do you want from me?” 

“The money, the house, the corporate shares–you 

can have whatever you want.” 

I let out a laugh. 

Even now, he still thought this was a business deal 

open for negotiation. 

I walked back into the living room, unclipped the 

voice recorder hidden beneath my collar, and laid 

it on the table. 

“Everything Amber just said in this room is 

recorded.” 

“Including the part where she admits you said the 

child couldn’t be kept.” 

Harrison stared at the sleek black device, beads of 

cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. 

“And there’s more.” 

I pulled open the console drawer and retrieved a 

thick manila folder I had prepared weeks ago. 

“The financial report in your study has multiple 

pages of fabricated data.” 

“I took photos of the offshore ledgers from last 

year.” 

“Two consecutive years of illegal wire transfers 

between you and your uncle.” 

“You know exactly what those documents mean 

for the SEC.” 

Harrison’s breathing fractured into panicked 

gasps. 

“Evelyn.” 

“Please don’t do this.” 

“I don’t want a divorce.” 

I looked down at him. 

“Did you completely forget what my major was in 

college?” 

His mouth opened. 

No answer came out. 

I didn’t bother waiting for one. 

The doorbell rang. 

I walked over and swung the door wide open. 

Two people were standing under the hallway light. 

My divorce attorney. 

And 

my former classmate from the Internal 

Revenue Service.