When My Husband Planned My Death, I Planned His Fall

While on the way, a message popped up on my phone. It was a message from Calliope.

It was a photo.

In that picture, Calliope, wearing a pure white wedding dress, sweetly locked arms with Luther, whose eyes showed soft care.

The backdrop was a picture of the two looking at each other with warm eyes.

Right after that, a message popped up.

"Lyra, stop taking a spot that’s not yours. You’re the one who’s the homewrecker. Get out of here!"

I stared blankly at the two notes, my heart fully calm.

I took a screenshot, signed in to my account and sent out the news post saying Calliope was Luther’s mistress, adding the line, [Let’s cheer this ‘true love’ couple for at last getting together."

In the same post, I added all the proof of Luther’s cheating gathered by my lawyer, along with Calliope’s bold words.

After doing all this, I shut my phone and walked into the Dobbie Group.

I made the calls behind the scenes for this group, while professional managers worked as the legal representatives.

My assistant was already waiting for me at the door. She came right over to greet me and handed me a dusty, gray box.

"Ms. Roberts, I dug this from your grandpa’s yard."

I looked at it closely. Sure enough, the box had a small, old-style number lock.

I carefully took it and went up to the top floor of the office building. Then I took out the strip of cloth I had kept safe and matched the numbers on it one by one.

Click. I pushed the switch on the front and the combination lock opened on its own.

As soon as the box opened, many photos and a note came into sight.

My heart beat fast for some reason. I had a sense that reading this letter would change my whole life.

I gently opened the envelope. Inside was a letter from my grandpa.

"Lyra Roberts, if you open this note, Grandpa will likely be gone by now. I'm so sorry, Grandpa couldn't guard you..."

Seeing the known handwriting, tears rose in my eyes.

But as I read line by line, my look grew more and more serious.

"Lyra, your parents didn't die from natural causes; they were murdered. Grandpa investigated for so many years and in the end, all the proof led to one house, the Edwards Family."

"This is a family that makes a living through lies. They run a big black market. People in the family are ranked by how much money they trick or how many lives they take. If anyone learns their hidden secrets, they will face a bad end..."

My eyes tightened at this point. My hands shook as I picked up the photos from the box. They were all photos of homes tricked or harmed by the Edwards Family.

Every single one showed them begging, locked up, or dead.

In one of the photos, I saw a pair whose faces looked like mine. They lay badly hurt in a car, holding an infant close in their arms.

The last photo had the words "Luther Edwards, the fiftieth head of the Edwards Family" written on the back.

Cold sweat ran down my head and a deep fear climbed up from the bottom of my heart.

So Luther never loved me from the very start.

I was only his hunt, or maybe a task for him to move up.

But why was he going after the Roberts Family?

Right then, my phone rang. I came back to real life, my finger hitting the wrong key to answer. Luther’s voice came through the phone.

"Lyra, if you're not happy with the house, you can burn it down. I'll just give you another one. But why did you post those false things online, making Calliope threaten to jump off a building?"

Hearing this, I held the photo tight and laughed. "Nonsense? Isn't your affair the truth?"

"Lyra, I truly love you. I told you, Calliope and I have nothing going on. Why won't you believe me? And we can't get a divorce! Even if you die, you'll die by my hand!"

Luther was completely angry at my words. The sound of tearing paper came from the phone.

He tore up the divorce papers.

"Luther, even sleeping together means nothing? Does even having a child mean nothing? We are over."

I ended my words with my last bit of air and hung up the phone.

After that, I picked up the worn suitcase and told my assistant.

"Vale, look into Luther’s family, the Edwards Family, as much as you can. Also, check when Calliope got pregnant."

I thought of their wedding shots; the wedding dress could not hide Calliope’s belly anymore and she did not look newly pregnant.

Then I had the driver take me to the airport.

I wanted to go see the house my grandfather and I once lived in, to see if there were any hints left inside.

As I got on the plane, I looked at my phone, which kept flashing.

It was Luther; he had called me many times.

I calmly took the SIM card out of my phone, broke it in two and tossed it in the trash.

Luther, we would meet again.

The next time we met, we would have nothing to do with each other.

I would not hold back.