I Made My Husband's Fake Death RealChapter 1
Evelyn's POV
The day my husband "died," my life fell apart—except, it was all a lie. A cruel, twisted game I never saw coming.
After the supposed car accident of my husband, William Carter, I was left with tens of millions in debt. Every IOU, every document, had my fingerprint on it—though I had never signed anything. I was forced to liquidate everything: our company, our home, every possession we had. I sold it all just to keep my head above water. But the debts seemed endless. By the end of it, I was penniless.
But even then, the universe wasn’t done with me. My daughter, Emily Carter, my precious light, fell ill. Desperate and with nowhere else to turn, I begged my in-laws for help. They were wealthy, their lives untouched by the devastation we faced, but their cruelty knew no bounds. They slammed the door in my face and told me it was all my fault—that this was the price I had to pay for coming to William’s life.
I fought to keep Emily alive. But without proper treatment, without any hope, she slipped away in a cold hospital bed, her tiny hand in mine.
The day my daughter died, the world lost its color. Linda Mitchell, my best friend since childhood, suggested I donate Emily’s organs, so that maybe, in some way, her life could continue through others. Through tear-filled eyes, I agreed. I thought it was the least I could do, something meaningful in all this chaos.
Years passed, and I found myself working as a cleaner in a mall, scrubbing the floors I used to stride across confidently. One afternoon, as I pushed my cart of supplies, I heard laughter—familiar laughter. I turned, and my blood ran cold. There, laughing and carefree, was William, my supposedly dead husband. And in his arms, wrapped in his embrace, was Linda.
They didn’t even flinch when they saw me. No guilt. No shame. Instead, they smiled—smug, victorious smiles. And then, with cold clarity, they told me the truth. The car accident? A fake. The debts? Real, but orchestrated by them. Every dollar, every ounce of my suffering, was their plan. And the worst blow? The lie about donating Emily's organs to help others. They hadn’t gone to strangers in need. They had gone to their child—Linda’s and William’s.