His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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Harrison opened the agreement to find Whitney Collins signed clearly at the bottom!
The woman's handwriting was forceful, carrying the determination of final departure.
His hands shook so badly he could barely hold the recorder. After a few seconds, he pressed play to hear a conversation:
"Vera, if you hadn't gotten the same tattoo as me and stolen his letters to forge handwriting and take my place, would you have today's favor?"
The woman on the phone laughed smugly: "Ha! You can only blame him for not loving you deeply enough—he was easily fooled by me."
"You might as well have died on the delivery table with your son—less suffering that way, don't you think?"
"After all, you two being alive doesn't change the fact that you're being kicked out."
"When I nearly died in childbirth—that was YOUR doing?"
Vera laughed joyfully: "So what if it was? Even if Harrison found out, he'd just think you're trying to frame me. If I were you, how would I still have the nerve to hold onto the Mrs. Sterling title?"
At the recording's end, Whitney's voice was desolate: "Fine, as you wish. I'll give you the Mrs. Sterling position!"
The recorder hit the ground as Harrison collapsed powerless, his expression tragic: "How could this be?"
"I'd never be wrong—Vera is the one I deeply love. Whitney's just a fake!"
"She must be so mad about the divorce that she faked this recording to frame my Vera!"
"Keep looking for me—bring back this vicious woman so I can punish her!"
"Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling can't come back." The old man held up more items from his net: "I also found a pair of size 6 women's pink sneakers by the river last night."
"My condolences."
Harrison stared at the pink sneakers, remembering the scene before their wedding when his mother forced him to go shopping with Whitney.
Whitney said wearing shoes bought by someone you love helps you find your way home. Harrison hadn't paid attention to her then.
"Harrison, you bastard!"
Mother Sterling wailed: "You drove Whitney, who loved you so much, to jump in the river with her child! My precious grandson just turned one month old and he's dead!"
Her words caused an uproar:
"Never thought Whitney endured eight years as Harrison's doormat just to awaken her beloved's memory, only to be manipulated by Vera into this tragic mother-son suicide!"
"Yeah, Vera seemed so understanding, but she was actually so calculating and vicious!"
"I told Harrison long ago that before his amnesia, he loved Whitney and those letters were written to her, but he only believed Vera's lies!"
"Whitney gave up her career to be a housewife just to help him recover, but got his disgust and hatred while he lived with Vera. I really feel sorry for her!"
"Whitney nearly died giving birth, and Harrison didn't care at all. Then he wanted divorce for Vera's kid. If I were her, I'd lose the will to live too!"
"No, Whitney loved our son so much—she wouldn't die!"
Harrison held his splitting head and collapsed.
In his last conscious moment, his voice was choked: "Get me the best medicine—I want to know all my memories, all the truth!"
"Find Whitney Collins—FIND HER!"
The woman's handwriting was forceful, carrying the determination of final departure.
His hands shook so badly he could barely hold the recorder. After a few seconds, he pressed play to hear a conversation:
"Vera, if you hadn't gotten the same tattoo as me and stolen his letters to forge handwriting and take my place, would you have today's favor?"
The woman on the phone laughed smugly: "Ha! You can only blame him for not loving you deeply enough—he was easily fooled by me."
"You might as well have died on the delivery table with your son—less suffering that way, don't you think?"
"After all, you two being alive doesn't change the fact that you're being kicked out."
"When I nearly died in childbirth—that was YOUR doing?"
Vera laughed joyfully: "So what if it was? Even if Harrison found out, he'd just think you're trying to frame me. If I were you, how would I still have the nerve to hold onto the Mrs. Sterling title?"
At the recording's end, Whitney's voice was desolate: "Fine, as you wish. I'll give you the Mrs. Sterling position!"
The recorder hit the ground as Harrison collapsed powerless, his expression tragic: "How could this be?"
"I'd never be wrong—Vera is the one I deeply love. Whitney's just a fake!"
"She must be so mad about the divorce that she faked this recording to frame my Vera!"
"Keep looking for me—bring back this vicious woman so I can punish her!"
"Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling can't come back." The old man held up more items from his net: "I also found a pair of size 6 women's pink sneakers by the river last night."
"My condolences."
Harrison stared at the pink sneakers, remembering the scene before their wedding when his mother forced him to go shopping with Whitney.
Whitney said wearing shoes bought by someone you love helps you find your way home. Harrison hadn't paid attention to her then.
"Harrison, you bastard!"
Mother Sterling wailed: "You drove Whitney, who loved you so much, to jump in the river with her child! My precious grandson just turned one month old and he's dead!"
Her words caused an uproar:
"Never thought Whitney endured eight years as Harrison's doormat just to awaken her beloved's memory, only to be manipulated by Vera into this tragic mother-son suicide!"
"Yeah, Vera seemed so understanding, but she was actually so calculating and vicious!"
"I told Harrison long ago that before his amnesia, he loved Whitney and those letters were written to her, but he only believed Vera's lies!"
"Whitney gave up her career to be a housewife just to help him recover, but got his disgust and hatred while he lived with Vera. I really feel sorry for her!"
"Whitney nearly died giving birth, and Harrison didn't care at all. Then he wanted divorce for Vera's kid. If I were her, I'd lose the will to live too!"
"No, Whitney loved our son so much—she wouldn't die!"
Harrison held his splitting head and collapsed.
In his last conscious moment, his voice was choked: "Get me the best medicine—I want to know all my memories, all the truth!"
"Find Whitney Collins—FIND HER!"
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