Dying? Perfect. Now Watch Me Expose Your 'Perfect' Life, Ex - Chapter 111: Chapter 111
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"Emma, why won’t you believe me?"
"That child can’t be mine. I made her take the abortion—"
Elon suddenly stopped, realizing he’d slipped.
Lovers’ words are always lies.
The night the paternity test came back—99.9999%—I felt no pain, only calm. I asked for a divorce, even feeling a strange sense of relief.
But the gentle, kind Elon I knew vanished. He became cold and stubborn again.
"Emma, ask for anything—but not a divorce."
His dark gaze made me uneasy. I stared at the marriage certificate and wedding video Stacy had sent.
The bride smiling in the photos was Stacy, not me.
Had Elon and I even married? Why couldn’t I remember?
Elon always said I forgot things, that my overthinking was a sign of my worsening condition.
The drawers filled with pills, and my health grew unstable. I often woke in the night, terrified.
In my dreams, I was eighteen again, bullied and helpless, while Elon watched coldly from the sidelines.
The need to escape grew stronger.
Every night, I woke drenched in sweat in his arms, panicked and repulsed.
Only when he drugged me could I sleep.
On our anniversary, I played along, obediently meeting his demands.
Once he drank the spiked wine and fell asleep, I slipped out.
A light rain fell as I left the slums, taking a cab to the hospital.
But the staff had changed. I called out grandpa’s name, only to find his bed empty.
"Patient B127 passed away last month on the fifteenth. Didn’t you receive the notice? Your husband claimed the body."
"That child can’t be mine. I made her take the abortion—"
Elon suddenly stopped, realizing he’d slipped.
Lovers’ words are always lies.
The night the paternity test came back—99.9999%—I felt no pain, only calm. I asked for a divorce, even feeling a strange sense of relief.
But the gentle, kind Elon I knew vanished. He became cold and stubborn again.
"Emma, ask for anything—but not a divorce."
His dark gaze made me uneasy. I stared at the marriage certificate and wedding video Stacy had sent.
The bride smiling in the photos was Stacy, not me.
Had Elon and I even married? Why couldn’t I remember?
Elon always said I forgot things, that my overthinking was a sign of my worsening condition.
The drawers filled with pills, and my health grew unstable. I often woke in the night, terrified.
In my dreams, I was eighteen again, bullied and helpless, while Elon watched coldly from the sidelines.
The need to escape grew stronger.
Every night, I woke drenched in sweat in his arms, panicked and repulsed.
Only when he drugged me could I sleep.
On our anniversary, I played along, obediently meeting his demands.
Once he drank the spiked wine and fell asleep, I slipped out.
A light rain fell as I left the slums, taking a cab to the hospital.
But the staff had changed. I called out grandpa’s name, only to find his bed empty.
"Patient B127 passed away last month on the fifteenth. Didn’t you receive the notice? Your husband claimed the body."
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