Faking My Death to Destroy My Fiancé - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The call came out of nowhere. Matthew's brow furrowed as he checked his phone, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring.
"Company emergency," he muttered, his voice uncharacteristically grim. "I have to go."
Before Cassandra could even process his words, he was already out the door, his jacket left abandoned on the chair.
She stared at the empty doorway, that familiar sting of abandonment washing over her. Alone in the sterile hospital room, she tried to focus on the doctor's good news—the polyp removal had gone perfectly. But it felt like more than just a medical procedure. Something fundamental had been cut away—her trust, her love, the very core of her heart.
Her footsteps echoed through the hospital corridors as she wandered aimlessly. Then, at the far end of the hallway, her world turned upside down.
There stood Matthew, supporting Julia who leaned against him with theatrical fragility. They were emerging from the OB-GYN department, their intimate body language leaving no room for misunderstanding.
Julia spotted her first. With a catlike gleam in her eye, she draped herself around Matthew's neck. All the tenderness Cassandra believed was reserved only for her now flowed effortlessly to Julia.
"Matt," Julia cooed, her voice honeyed venom, "I was devastated when we lost the baby. But don't worry—we'll have plenty more chances."
Cassandra's breath hitched. Julia maintained eye contact as she pressed her lips to Matthew's. He didn't resist—just stood there like a statue, distant and unresponsive.
Then suddenly, he grabbed Julia by the collar, his voice dripping with menace. "If I catch you with another man again, I'll break every bone in your body."
Julia's lips curled into a wicked smile as she playfully nibbled his ear. "No need to worry, master. I'll be your faithful little pet forever."
Ice water flooded Cassandra's veins. The world spun as she stumbled blindly down the hallway, the howling wind outside mirroring the storm inside her. It felt like the universe itself had stopped caring.
That evening, Cassandra met Mr. Ban in a shadowy corner of the city. The plan for her staged death was nearly complete.
"It's all arranged," Mr. Ban said briskly. "The explosion will happen at the abandoned chemical plant on Mavel Street."
Cassandra nodded grimly. The irony wasn't lost on her—Mavel Street was where Julia had first flaunted her affair with Matthew. There was a poetic justice in choosing that location.
When she returned home, she found Matthew obsessing over their engagement details with manic intensity. He'd personally selected everything—from the venue decorations to the massive ten-carat pink diamond ring with its intricate engraving.
At the jewelry store, as sales staff gushed over the diamond sparkling on her finger, Julia made her grand entrance as usual.
"Well, well," Julia drawled, her voice laced with sarcasm. "What a stunning rock. Funny how Mr. Lawrence never gave me one."
Matthew's expression darkened. "You're not fit to lick my fiancée's shoes. Get out before I have security remove you."
Julia just smirked, deftly avoiding his attempt to grab the ring. Her laugh was pure poison as she delivered her barb: "Seems Mr. Lawrence doesn't have the same... endurance he used to."
Cassandra's hands clenched into fists. She forced a cold smile, her voice sharper than the diamond between them.
"You're absolutely right, Julia. That ring you're holding is beautiful. But it's the kind that cuts before it ever fits right. Unlike what I have—something meant to last."
Turning to Matthew, her tone softened unexpectedly. "Don't you agree, Matt?"
Matthew froze at the nickname she hadn't used in months. Something raw flickered across his face—a mix of hope and disbelief. "Yes," he murmured, barely audible.
That night, Cassandra's worst suspicions were confirmed when she saw Julia's social media post: a photo of her flaunting an identical ten-carat pink diamond with the caption "Ten carats—so basic, right?"
But what shattered her completely was the engraving: "Love never fails. Matt Bros will always love Julia."
Matt Bros. The name from Matthew's darkest past—before they'd ever met.
Cassandra stared at the words until they blurred. Love never fails? Then why did hers feel like it was bleeding out?
"Company emergency," he muttered, his voice uncharacteristically grim. "I have to go."
Before Cassandra could even process his words, he was already out the door, his jacket left abandoned on the chair.
She stared at the empty doorway, that familiar sting of abandonment washing over her. Alone in the sterile hospital room, she tried to focus on the doctor's good news—the polyp removal had gone perfectly. But it felt like more than just a medical procedure. Something fundamental had been cut away—her trust, her love, the very core of her heart.
Her footsteps echoed through the hospital corridors as she wandered aimlessly. Then, at the far end of the hallway, her world turned upside down.
There stood Matthew, supporting Julia who leaned against him with theatrical fragility. They were emerging from the OB-GYN department, their intimate body language leaving no room for misunderstanding.
Julia spotted her first. With a catlike gleam in her eye, she draped herself around Matthew's neck. All the tenderness Cassandra believed was reserved only for her now flowed effortlessly to Julia.
"Matt," Julia cooed, her voice honeyed venom, "I was devastated when we lost the baby. But don't worry—we'll have plenty more chances."
Cassandra's breath hitched. Julia maintained eye contact as she pressed her lips to Matthew's. He didn't resist—just stood there like a statue, distant and unresponsive.
Then suddenly, he grabbed Julia by the collar, his voice dripping with menace. "If I catch you with another man again, I'll break every bone in your body."
Julia's lips curled into a wicked smile as she playfully nibbled his ear. "No need to worry, master. I'll be your faithful little pet forever."
Ice water flooded Cassandra's veins. The world spun as she stumbled blindly down the hallway, the howling wind outside mirroring the storm inside her. It felt like the universe itself had stopped caring.
That evening, Cassandra met Mr. Ban in a shadowy corner of the city. The plan for her staged death was nearly complete.
"It's all arranged," Mr. Ban said briskly. "The explosion will happen at the abandoned chemical plant on Mavel Street."
Cassandra nodded grimly. The irony wasn't lost on her—Mavel Street was where Julia had first flaunted her affair with Matthew. There was a poetic justice in choosing that location.
When she returned home, she found Matthew obsessing over their engagement details with manic intensity. He'd personally selected everything—from the venue decorations to the massive ten-carat pink diamond ring with its intricate engraving.
At the jewelry store, as sales staff gushed over the diamond sparkling on her finger, Julia made her grand entrance as usual.
"Well, well," Julia drawled, her voice laced with sarcasm. "What a stunning rock. Funny how Mr. Lawrence never gave me one."
Matthew's expression darkened. "You're not fit to lick my fiancée's shoes. Get out before I have security remove you."
Julia just smirked, deftly avoiding his attempt to grab the ring. Her laugh was pure poison as she delivered her barb: "Seems Mr. Lawrence doesn't have the same... endurance he used to."
Cassandra's hands clenched into fists. She forced a cold smile, her voice sharper than the diamond between them.
"You're absolutely right, Julia. That ring you're holding is beautiful. But it's the kind that cuts before it ever fits right. Unlike what I have—something meant to last."
Turning to Matthew, her tone softened unexpectedly. "Don't you agree, Matt?"
Matthew froze at the nickname she hadn't used in months. Something raw flickered across his face—a mix of hope and disbelief. "Yes," he murmured, barely audible.
That night, Cassandra's worst suspicions were confirmed when she saw Julia's social media post: a photo of her flaunting an identical ten-carat pink diamond with the caption "Ten carats—so basic, right?"
But what shattered her completely was the engraving: "Love never fails. Matt Bros will always love Julia."
Matt Bros. The name from Matthew's darkest past—before they'd ever met.
Cassandra stared at the words until they blurred. Love never fails? Then why did hers feel like it was bleeding out?
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