My Mistress Ordered My Funeral While I Was Still Alive Chapter 05

My Mistress Ordered My Funeral While I Was Still Alive Chapter 05

Amber was the first to react. 

“Did you get the stuff?” 

She reached out to grab the plastic bag from my 

hand. 

Harrison Sterling slammed his hand down on her 

wrist, clamping it tightly. His fingers were shaking. 

He stood frozen, pinned to the floor as if he 

couldn’t take a single step. 

“Evelyn.” 

The name scraped out of his throat, hoarse and 

broken. 

Amber’s hand hovered in mid–air. 

She looked at Harrison, then at me, her expression 

twisting from confusion to absolute shock. 

“What did you just call her?” 

Harrison didn’t answer. His eyes were pinned to 

me, a chaotic, suffocating mix of terror, guilt, and disbelief swirling in them. 

Amber stumbled back a step, her spine hitting the 

doorframe. 

“Evelyn.” 

She spat the name out syllable by syllable. 

“You’re Evelyn?” 

Her voice spiked into a piercing, unstable shriek. 

I walked past them and placed the plastic bag onto the console table, the lighter and the portable 

burn barrel clinking together sharply. 

“Yeah.” 

The color drained from Amber’s face entirely. 

Her gaze darted from me to Harrison, then back to 

1. me. 

“So you’re the parasite who refuses to get out?” 

“You’re the wife he’s been hiding for four years?” 

Harrison’s grip on her wrist loosened. 

Amber ripped her arm away as if she had been burned by hot iron. 

“Harrison.” 

She let out a hollow laugh, tears spilling over her 

lashes. 

“Didn’t you say she was unstable? Didn’t you say she couldn’t handle any stress?” 

“Didn’t you say she was just some ex from your 

past?” 

“Didn’t you promise you were going to marry me?” 

Harrison’s lips twitched, but no sound came out. 

“Amber, go home first.” 

“I’m not going!” 

Amber snatched the Custom Epitaph off the 

coffee table and hurled it directly at his chest. 

“Harrison, tell me right now. Who the hell do you 

choose today?” 

The wooden plaque struck him and clattered to 

the floor. 

The side carved with Evelyn Brooks faced upward,, 

the heavy red ink smudged and distorted. 

But Harrison didn’t look down. 

He kept his eyes locked on me, the panic and guilt 

in his expression thickening by the second. 

“Evelyn,” he choked out. “Let me explain.” 

Amber snapped her head around to glare at him. 

“Explain what?” 

“You owe me an explanation right now!” 

A flash of pure, vicious rage broke through 

Harrison’s face. He turned on Amber, roaring, “Who 

the fuck do you think you are? Get out!” 

Amber flinched, her eyes instantly flashing red 

with humiliation. 

“Harrison Sterling. You said it.” 

She raised her hand and violently ripped the 

diamond ring off her finger. 

“Remember telling me you designed this yourself? 

That it was one of a kind in the entire world?” 

She pulled so hard the metal left a raw, angry red 

welt across her knuckle. 

I glanced down at my left hand. 

The identical band sat quietly on my ring finger. 

Amber froze, her eyes locking onto my hand. 

She stared at the ring for a long time, then burst 

into a laugh. 

“One of a kind? You meant one for each of us, 

didn’t you?” 

Harrison’s face went completely bloodless. He 

turned to me, his voice pitching into a panicked 

scramble. 

“Evelyn, that ring isn’t…” 

“Shut up!” 

Amber threw the ring straight at his face. 

“You told me her baby was dead, that she was 

broken, that she’d leave sooner or later.” 

“You told me that the child couldn’t be kept 

anyway.” 

The words dropped like a lead weight, plunging the room into a suffocating silence. 

Harrison went completely rigid. 

I raised my eyes to meet his. 

“The child couldn’t be kept?” 

His throat bobbed. 

He didn’t make a sound. 

Amber blinked, suddenly realizing she had let a 

massive secret slip. 

She took half a step back. 

But the words were already out. 

I looked at her. 

“Keep talking.” 

Amber bit her lip, tears streaming down her face. 

“It has nothing to do with me!” 

“He’s the one who said it!” 

“He said the timing of the pregnancy was too 

dangerous. He said if we kept it, the other Sterling 

uncles would use it as leverage against him.” 

“He said he had no choice.” 

She looked back at Harrison, her voice trembling 

violently. 

“Harrison, you actually plotted against your own 

child?” 

“And you dared to tell me you loved me?” 

The last drop of color vanished from Harrison’s 

skin. 

I actually smiled. 

It was faint, barely there. 

“You’re right. This really has nothing to do with 

you.” 

Amber stared at me. 

“You were conned too,” I said. 

The words seemed to stab her pride. Her eyes 

flared with defensive rage. 

“I don’t need your pathetic pity!” 

She grabbed her purse and bolted for the door. 

Before slamming it open, she threw one last look 

at Harrison. 

“Harrison Sterling, you disgust me. You’ll disgust me for the rest of my life.” 

The door slammed shut with a deafening bang. 

The sound of her heels faded rapidly down the 

hallway. 

The elevator chimed. 

Then, absolute silence swallowed the apartment.