When Death Do Us Part

“Fletcher! Who is this woman?”

June looked as if she might shatter into pieces.

She rushed forward, crying bitterly. “Is this what you meant when you said you’d forget Ashley and build a life with me? If you’ve really forgotten her, why bring in a stand-in?”

Fletcher frowned, blocking her from grabbing Zoey.

“Don’t be ridiculous, June. She’s just my newly hired personal assistant. She has nothing to do with Ashley.”

But June wouldn’t believe a word of it.

“I just saw you holding her in your arms and you expect me to believe you’re innocent?” she snapped.

“Fletcher, you heartless man—have you forgotten? When you were stuck in that hospital bed with leukemia and no one else gave a damn, I was the one who stayed by your side!”

Her voice broke, bitter with accusation. “I knew it… You’ve never stopped thinking about Ashley, even after all these years.”

“That’s enough, June!” Fletcher’s brow furrowed deeper. “She was feeling unwell and I just helped her stand. That’s it. Nothing happened between us.”

He let out an exasperated sigh.

“Stop imagining things. we’ll still be held the wedding next month.”

Soon, the private doctor arrived to examine Zoey.

“It seems that she’s just having fatigue. A couple days of good rest should do.”

So Fletcher gave her an entire week off.

Since Zoey had no place to live and she was his assistant, she’d been staying in the housekeeper’s room on the first floor of the villa since she was hired.

Now, with a week of no work, she stayed there all day—driving June nearly mad with resentment.

One afternoon, when Fletcher wasn’t home, June seized her chance confronting Zoey.

“Zoey, right?” She glared coldly at her.

“I’ve looked into you. You’re just a cleaner. Fletcher only hired you as his assistant out of pity. If you think that means you can take my place, you’d better forget it.”

She deliberately pulled out a wedding photo of herself and Fletcher, waving it in front of Zoey with a cold smile.

“Think you have a chance because you look a bit like the woman in this picture? Well, let me tell you—my husband hates this woman’s guts. The only reason he keeps you around is because you resemble her, so he can take his sweet revenge. If you have any sense, you’ll get out while you still can.”

Zoey kept her head lowered, hiding her expression. Her voice came out low and muffled.

“Understood.”

June even had someone draft a resignation letter on the spot and ordered Zoey to give it to Fletcher.

When Zoey brought the letter to his study, she found Fletcher drunk again, slouched in the armchair, staring blankly.

His eyes were fixed on a pendant hanging on the wall.

One glance and Zoey recognized it—a cheap trinket from a street stall.

How could a billionaire like Fletcher treasure something so worthless?

Before she could ask, he spoke first.