When My Husband Planned My Death, I Planned His Fall

The next day, Attorney Evans brought the contract to me.

"Miss Roberts, there are some talks going around online. Yesterday, paparazzi captured Mr. Edwards going in and out of your old marriage home with a woman in a white dress."

I looked down at the divorce agreement and nodded.

"Gather the evidence; it will be useful later."

At that time, my assistant told me they had made a deal with the stock owners who were unhappy with Luther and they were ready to back my return.

"Vale, send someone to Grandpa’s old home and dig out the box under the second tree on the right in the yard and bring it to me."

"Also, watch the company’s stock market for now and grab some shares if the chance arises."

I looked at the divorce papers and told the orders.

As a wedding gift, I gave Luther twenty percent of the company’s shares. Right now, he holds the most shares, while I only hold fifteen percent.

Since we were ending the marriage, let him spit out everything he took!

After my assistant and lawyer left, the hospital room door opened again and Luther slowly led Calliope, whose eyes were red and swollen, into the room.

His face sank the moment he saw me and his voice turned cold.

"Lyra! Have you been spreading rumors everywhere? Can’t you stop being so jealous! Calliope and I are just like brother and sister, what nonsense are you saying outside?"

Hearing his quick blame, I frowned and spoke back, "I didn’t."

Calliope hid her face in Luther’s arms, crying and said in a hurt tone.

"I know you don’t like me, but how could you say… how could you say I’m the mistress? And that the kid in my belly is illegitimate…"

Seeing his loved one in pain, Luther lifted his eyes, his look cold as he looked at me.

"Other than you, who else would send out this news? Sign in to your account and clear things up online that this has nothing to do with Calliope, saying that Calliope was only a guest in our home."

A cold smile pulled at my lips, my tone with sarcasm. "Why should I? Isn’t it true that you two stay together?"

"Because this thing has upset Calliope and hurt her pregnancy." Luther’s voice was cold and hard. "Do as told right now."

"I won’t post it!"

I stood strong against Luther.

Luther’s face sank all the way, his eyes showing cold anger. He lifted his hand and ordered the guards.

"Take my wife to the storage room and lock her in. Don’t give her a drop of water or food during this time. Let her out only when she’s ready to post it."

My blood went cold at once, my body shaking as I tried to fight back.

But the next moment, the guards forcefully pulled the needle from my hand, dragged me up roughly and threw me onto the storage room floor.

I feared the dark most of all.

After my company grew, I was kidnapped by thugs hired by the competitor and kept in a dark room for a week, during which I took countless beatings.

I wasn’t saved by the police until the eighth day.

From then on, I gained a fear of dark places.

I told Luther about this event. I recall one time when the power went out at home, I was shaking and crouched in a corner.

Luther held me tight, gently patting my back. "I’ll always stay with you from now on, don’t be scared.”

But now, he was punishing me with my worst fear, pushing me to speak for the woman who took my boy’s heart.

At the last moment, the door closed and even the last line of light was shut out.

Only endless dark stayed.