Three Tests,The Wedding That Became a Funeral
Chapter 3
Linda Shaw spent years working herself into illness, and without hesitation Claire Shaw sent her to the best rehabilitation facility in Seattle, paying for three full years of treatment.
Linda finally got better. She came back quietly, hoping to surprise her daughter.
Yet because of one damn worm, her life ended.
The thought burned in my chest:
When Claire learns the truth… what a reaction that will be.
It wasn’t until early morning that the door lock finally clicked open.
I drove Linda’s body to Providence Medical Center—to the morgue.
On the way, I texted Claire Shaw:
“Your mom is in the hospital morgue. If you care, come see her.”
Her call came almost instantly, her voice shaking with fury:
“Ethan Carter, my mom treated you extremely well! What the hell are you trying to do—cursing her like this?”
“Yesterday you claimed she needed emergency treatment just to ruin Jason’s birthday party. I let that slide.”
“But now? Now you’re spreading lies that she’s dead?!”
I didn’t argue. I snapped a picture of the morgue doors and sent it.
It didn’t take long for Claire to arrive—with Jason Kim beside her.
The moment she saw me, she slapped me across the face.
She shoved a cheerful picture in front of me—Linda laughing brightly in a sunny courtyard.
“LOOK. She’s at the rehab center, happy and healthy!”
“Jason sent me this. None of what you said happened!”
The woman in the video looked like Linda—but not quite.
Anyone who cared to observe would see the truth.
Hand on my cheek, I let out a bitter laugh.
“Claire… you don’t even recognize your own mother?”
She was livid.
Before she could fire back, I pointed toward the morgue.
“She’s right there. Go see for yourself.”
Only then did Claire notice the dried, dark stains on my jacket—the mess Linda coughed onto me in her final moments.
Her expression wavered. Doubt crept in.
Right as she pushed the door—
Jason dropped hard to his knees, voice trembling in rehearsed sorrow:
“Ethan… I’ve been taking care of Linda these three years while you two were overseas.”
“If she’s dead… doesn’t that mean I failed her?”
“And the security footage from last night—no one else went inside except you!”
Linda avoided the cameras to surprise Claire. And now that choice… erased the truth.
Claire froze.
She looked back at me—her eyes full of cold betrayal.
“So this is what you’re after.”
“Jason was right to test you. You’re selfish. Self-serving. Cruel.”
Jason’s words crushed every thread of trust.
No explanation from me mattered anymore.
They left—Jason smirking as if he’d already won.
—
That night, after handling the minimal arrangements for Linda…
I posted a death notice on Facebook.
I also informed Family & Friends:
The wedding next week is canceled.
Claire called immediately—panic replacing anger:
“Ethan! You can’t just post that! Everyone’s asking me what’s going on!”
“Do you know how impossible you’re making this for me?!”
My voice stayed calm.
“Then don’t have it.”
“…What did you say…?”
I repeated, word for word:
“Claire, let’s break up.”
Her voice cracked into a scream:
“Ethan—seven years together, and you’re dumping me over jealousy of Jason?!”
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