My Mistress Ordered My Funeral While I Was Still Alive Chapter 03
My heart felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside out.
I remembered how Harrison had sworn he believed me back then.
He hadn’t even waited for an explanation before dropping to his knees by my bed, his eyes bloodshot as he vowed to protect me, telling me to stop overthinking and focus on protecting the pregnancy.
I stared at Amber Vance.
“So?”
She let out a harsh laugh.
“So, I asked him a few simple questions.”
“What if the kid doesn’t look like you? What if your uncle laughs right in your face at the Christening Gala, mocking you for being a cuckold raising another man’s bastard?”
“Harrison is a proud man.”
She shrugged carelessly.
“So after that, he took her to a private hospital. Claimed it was just a routine checkup.”
“And not long after, the baby was gone.”
My vision went pitch black for a second.
Harrison really had taken me to the hospital that day.
He told me I looked pale and just needed a quick exam.
When I hesitated, he coaxed me with that gentle voice.
“Evelyn, it’s just to make sure you and the baby are both okay.”
After the exam, the doctor gave me an injection, claiming it was to stabilize the pregnancy.
By midnight, I woke up screaming from a brutal, tearing pain, the sheets completely soaked in blood.
Harrison had carried me down the stairs in a panic.
His hands were shaking so violently he couldn’t even insert the car key into the ignition.
He fell to his knees in the hospital corridor, sobbing apologies over and over again.
Back then, I genuinely thought he was just blaming himself for not taking better care of me.
Amber sneered.
“But he’s a piece of work, honestly. The kid is gone, yet he still refuses to sign the divorce papers.”
“I asked him straight up, if you think she’s tainted, why the hell are you keeping her around?”
“Guess what he said?”
I remained silent.
She gritted her teeth, her expression darkening.
“He said she was framed. He said Evelyn did nothing wrong.”
“He said she just lost her baby and couldn’t handle any stress.”
She slammed the Mock Memorial Plaque back onto the desk.
“What about me then?”
“He gives me everything—luxury bags, cars, credit cards, houses!”
“But he won’t get a divorce!”
“On the twelfth of last month, for my birthday, he rented out the entire floor of The Penthouse Overlook in The Waterfront District.”
“A live violin ensemble, a carpet of red roses, and a panoramic view of the entire city skyline.”
“He told me I was the luckiest thing that ever happened to his life.”
I lowered my eyes.
How ironic. The twentieth of last month was my birthday.
I remembered Harrison telling me he had to work late that night.
He didn’t crawl into bed until dawn, freezing when he noticed the untouched cake on the dining table.
“Is it your birthday today too?”
I remembered asking him what he meant by “too”.
He had brushed it off, claiming a business partner was hosting a gala.
I hadn’t pushed.
Turns out he was busy celebrating his mistress.
Amber smirked, flaunting the ring on her finger.
“But Harrison still loves me more. Look at this.”
“He told me he designed it himself. One of a kind in the entire world.”
“He said keeping it on me means he’s keeping me close every single second. He’s never done that for anyone else.”
That ring.
I recognized it instantly. It was my wedding band.
It had vanished six months ago. I had torn the entire house apart looking for it.
Harrison told me he probably left it in a hotel during his last business trip and promised to look for it.
Months passed with no updates.
Because it was already on another woman’s hand.
I pulled my left hand slightly into my sleeve.
On my ring finger sat the exact same band.
Amber didn’t notice.
She looked down at her buzzing phone, her expression instantly souring.
The screen flashed brightly. I didn’t want to look, but the words were right there.
It was a text from Harrison.
[Amber, stop overthinking every single day.]
[I’ll buy you whatever you want. Just be good for me.]
[Stop throwing tantrums, okay? I love you forever.]
Amber stared at the text, her eyes flushing a violent red.
“Stop throwing tantrums?”
“He really is terrified of hurting her, isn’t he?”
She snatched the Mock Memorial Plaque and the photos off the table, bolting upright.
“Let’s go.”
“I am going to see for myself exactly what kind of cheap trash this bitch really is!”
