I Stayed Widowed for 30 Years, Only for My Dead Husband to Resurrect with My Bestie Chapter 04
I pushed open the door to his room. Arthur’s face crumbled the second he saw me, his voice breaking. “Audrey… you came. I knew it. I knew you couldn’t walk away from me.”
His mother didn’t even look up from her chair. “Oh, look who it is. I thought you were perfectly fine watching my son die.”
Arthur whipped around. “Mom! Enough!”
I looked at Arthur. When I spoke, my voice didn’t waver.
“Arthur. Did you really send Chloe away? Are you done with her for good?”
Arthur didn’t hesitate. He raised his right hand like he was on a witness stand. “I swear to God. If I ever go near Chloe again, may lightning strike me dead. I mean it, Audrey.”
The comments streamed past.
[He swore on his LIFE that’s gotta be real right??]
[Girl… you really believe a man’s oath?]
[The ML literally almost died for her she should just forgive him already]
Arthur’s face was the picture of remorse.
I kept the sneer off my face and let my expression soften. “Okay. I believe you, Arthur.”
Arthur blinked. Then his eyes went red and he tried to sit up, reaching for me. I pressed him back down gently. “Don’t move. You’re still hooked up to an IV.”
He grabbed my hand and held on like he was afraid I’d vanish.
“Audrey, thank you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making this right. Only you. I swear.”
His mother finally cracked a smile, but she couldn’t resist adding, “See? This is how it should be. Couples don’t hold grudges. Arthur’s been nothing but good to you. What was all that drama for?”
I turned to her with the softest smile I could manage. “You’re right, Mrs. Sterling. I was being immature.”
That earned a satisfied nod. The ice in her expression finally thawed.
The comments erupted.
[YESSS they made up!!]
[The ML’s patience finally paid off I’m literally crying happy tears rn]
[Idk something feels off… the villainess’s face is giving weird vibes]
[You’re reading too much into it lol she just caved that’s all]
The day Arthur was discharged, we went straight to City Hall and signed the marriage license, with a lawyer present.
Right outside the building, I posted a string of photos, Arthur and me, matching smiles, rings on full display. Peak couple goals.
That night, Arthur slipped out to the balcony. I heard his voice through the glass, low, careful, his back to the door.
I listened. His voice was soft, patient, soothing whoever was on the other end.
When he came back inside, Arthur leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head.
He blinked, confused. I reached for the bottle I’d set out earlier.
Arthur took the glass without a second thought. He was out cold within minutes.
I grabbed a wet wipe and scrubbed the hand he’d touched. Then I walked to the kitchen and pulled out the grotesque, hyper-realistic rubber pig’s head I’d bought at a costume shop that afternoon. I held it right up to Arthur’s lips.
The cold silicone pressed against his mouth until his lips parted in his sleep, tongue pressing against the fake snout. I swallowed my disgust, pinched the skin on his neck hard enough to leave angry red marks that looked just like hickeys, and pulled out my phone.
One selfie, me beaming, Arthur unconscious with his face buried in a rubber pig’s head, fresh “hickeys” on full display. Then I posted everything.
The comments lost it.
[LMAOOO I cannot believe what I’m looking at rn I am DECEASED]
[The villainess is DIABOLICAL for this the FL is gonna lose her MIND]
[Hahaha honestly the pig might be an upgrade from the ML…]
Chloe called within minutes.
I picked up Arthur’s phone, stared at the screen, and hung up.
Next morning, his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Arthur shot me a nervous glance and silenced it.
“Babe, something came up at work. I’ve gotta fly out for a few days. I’ll bring you back something nice.”
I smiled and nodded like the good little wife I was pretending to be.
Arthur frowned. He hadn’t expected it to be that easy.
He caught himself a beat later. “I’ll come back soon. Promise.”
What Arthur didn’t know was that the private investigator I’d hired was already waiting in the parking lot.
A mansion out of state. Three nannies. Chloe, heavily pregnant. My investigator documented every last detail.
When Arthur came home three days later, Chloe had left marks all over him, deliberate, territorial. I pretended not to notice.
Instead, I fussed over him, asked about his trip, made sure he’d eaten. The guilt ate Arthur alive. He started compensating like a man on borrowed time. A limited-edition sports car. Designer watches. Bags. Ten percent of the company shares. I accepted every last thing and posted it all online.
The sweeter I played it, the harder Arthur fell. His “business trips” grew fewer and farther between.
Chloe, stuck out of state, was losing her mind.
Her texts started flooding in.
[Audrey, I don’t know if Arthur told you, but I’m pregnant. With his baby.]
[Every “business trip”? He was with me. With our son.]
[You should let go now. The one Arthur really loves is me.]
…
I didn’t reply to a single one. Deleted them all.
The more desperate Chloe got, the calmer I became.
I could feel it. The trap was set, and Chloe was about to walk right into it.
Right on cue, my “dear best friend” flew back the next morning, dark circles under her eyes, with her baby bump on full display, despite Arthur’s warnings.
The second her plane touched down, the welcome gift I’d arranged was waiting.
This time, it wasn’t just the comments that exploded. It was Arthur.
