Chapter 3 - THE HUSBAND WAITING FOR HER DEATHJulian became impatient.
That was his mistake.
People who believe they have already won often stop hiding.
He started bringing Serena everywhere.
Dinner.
Events.
Meetings.
As if my absence had already begun.
The nurses noticed.
They tried not to say anything.
But I saw their faces.
Their pity.
Their anger.
One nurse, Clara, quietly asked:
“Mrs. Carter… are you comfortable with them being here?”
I blinked.
No.
She understood.
For the first time, someone knew.
Clara helped me collect evidence.
Not because I asked.
Because she saw what was happening.
Every conversation.
Every document.
Every cruel comment.
Recorded.
Saved.
Protected.
Meanwhile, Julian prepared his victory.
He invited friends over.
He told them:
“Evelyn wants the house peaceful after she passes.”
A lie.
A beautiful lie.
People believed it.
Until Daniel arrived.
Julian was in the middle of dinner when Daniel entered.
“What are you doing here?”
Daniel smiled politely.
“Delivering documents.”
Julian relaxed.
“Finally?”
“Yes.”
Daniel placed an envelope on the table.
“The final revision.”
Julian opened it.
His smile disappeared.
“What is this?”
Daniel looked at him.
“Your wife's updated estate documents.”
Julian laughed nervously.
“She changed the will?”
“Yes.”
“She wouldn’t.”
Daniel calmly replied:
“She did.”
Julian read the pages.
The house.
The accounts.
The vehicles.
The investments.
Gone.
Everything.
Serena looked over his shoulder.
“This is a mistake.”
Daniel shook his head.
“No.”
A pause.
“This is Evelyn Carter.”
That night, Julian entered my bedroom.
For the first time in months…
he looked afraid.
“You can't do this.”
I looked at him.
My eyes were the only part of me I could control.
But they were enough.
He stepped closer.
“You need me.”
I blinked.
No.
His face changed.
“You don't understand what you're doing.”
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I stared.
I understood everything.
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