I Stayed Widowed for 30 Years, Only for My Dead Husband to Resurrect with My Bestie Chapter 10
Two weeks later, the case went before a judge.
I sat in the plaintiff’s chair in a black suit and sunglasses, expression giving nothing away.
Arthur sat across from me. He’d lost so much weight he barely looked like himself, eyes sunken, lips cracked and colorless.
He looked at me like he didn’t know whether to beg or break.
My lawyer laid it all out: the PI’s photos, the property records for Chloe’s mansion, the wire transfers, and the dressing room video.
The evidence was overwhelming.
The judge ruled in my favor. Infidelity, proven. Divorce, granted.
As the at-fault spouse, Arthur lost thirty percent of Sterling Enterprise’s shares, multiple properties, and several cars, all awarded to me. On top of that, five million in punitive damages for
emotional distress.
The gavel fell.
Arthur slumped in his chair, white as a sheet.
Then he doubled over, clutching his stomach. The coughing started, violent and racking, and when it stopped, blood spattered across the table.
The courtroom erupted.
I watched him. And for the first time in a long time, something in my chest unclenched.
[That’s the late-stage stomach cancer kicking in right??]
[Serves him right. Every last bit of it]
Arthur was rushed to the hospital.
The results came back. Terminal stomach cancer. The cancer had already spread.
He lay in a hospital bed hooked up to tubes, calling my number over and over.
“Audrey, I’m sorry. I should’ve never lied to you.”
“I’m dying, Audrey. I know I deserve this. But please, come see me. I’m begging you…”
I was there in ten minutes.
Arthur’s eyes welled up the second he saw me. Then they landed on the three ridiculously handsome men walking in behind me, and his whole body tensed.
I sat down beside the bed and looked at him.
“What’s the matter? Not happy to see me?”
Pain twisted across Arthur’s face. “Who are they…”
I smiled sweetly. “Just some friends. Why, do you have a problem with that?”
Arthur stared at me. A bitter smile cracked across his face. “Audrey… did you ever love me? Even for
a second?”
I didn’t blink. “Never.”
“Oh, and one more thing. Every kiss you thought I gave you after we were married? That wasn’t me. That was a rubber pig mask.”
Arthur looked like something inside him had short-circuited. He couldn’t stop staring at me.
“When did you… figure it out?”
I let out a dry laugh. “If I told you I’ve known since a past life, would you believe me?”
“I’ve known everything from the start. I watched you bury yourself, one lie at a time. So tell me, was it worth it?”
The light behind Arthur’s eyes flickered, then went out.
A violent coughing fit seized him, blood spilling from his mouth. The monitors flatlined before his head even hit the pillow.
I exhaled, long and slow, like I’d been holding it for thirty years. Then I turned to my three friends. “Let’s go.”
“Drinks on me tonight. To freedom. To a brand-new life.”
The comments exploded one last time.
[АННННН АННННН АННННН]
[THAT WAS SO SATISFYING I need to lie down]
