His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 16: Chapter 16
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Whitney's heart sank as she turned to leave, but Harrison blocked her path.
His hands gripped her shoulders desperately, his face filled with wild joy, lips trembling so badly he couldn't speak.
After a long moment, he stammered: "Whit, you're not dead?"
"You're really not dead?"
The man lifted her up in ecstatic joy, tears streaming: "I thought you and Camden drowned and your bodies were never found. I never imagined you were still alive!"
"These two years I donated money to churches to have them pray day and night for you and Camden's souls, hoping you'd find peace. I never thought it would actually work!"
"Thank God for letting me see you again!"
"Let me GO!" Whitney avoided his kiss: "I'm not your dead wife. I'm Dawn Collins, Xavier's girlfriend!"
"It's definitely you, Whit!" Harrison joyfully caressed her face, tears falling: "You heartless woman, you were so desperate to avoid me you cut off your five-year-long hair and removed the teardrop mole under your right eye, huh?"
"Do you know how much I've missed you these two years?"
He leaned down to kiss her lips, tears falling on the woman's cheeks: "Whit, I've missed you so much I'm going insane!"
"So many times I got drunk and saw you coming to pick me up, but when I sobered up my arms were empty—you were gone!"
Whitney struggled desperately but he held her tighter.
Suddenly, a white figure rushed over and knocked Harrison to the ground: "Whitney and her child were driven to death by you long ago! This is my girlfriend Dawn Collins—stop being crazy and GET LOST!"
Harrison clutched his stomach and struggled to stand, his gaze burning: "Don't try to fool me. This is MY Whit. When she's nervous she picks at her nails, when she's angry she likes to bite people. How could she be someone else?"
"YOU'RE the one who should get lost—she's my legally wedded wife!"
"What fucking pipe dream are you living in?" Xavier's face darkened as he threw another punch: "Whitney signed divorce papers before she died and left with her child. She doesn't want you anymore, got it?"
"Harass my girlfriend again and I'll beat your ass every time I see you!"
"This IS my Whit!" Harrison, blocked by the crowd, said frantically: "Sorry, Whit. After I lost my memory, I mistook Vera for you and did many wrong things. I'll make it up to you from now on. Come back to me, please?"
Whitney completely ignored him, linking arms with Xavier: "Xavier, let's go."
They returned to their private room where everyone wanted to play games.
The loser had to complete a challenge with their teammate.
Whitney accidentally lost and had to do the cookie game challenge with Xavier.
Just as their bodies touched, they were violently pulled apart.
She stumbled, looking up in surprise to see Harrison with a pained expression.
The man was shaking all over as he held her tight, his voice trembling: "Whit, you're mine—you can't kiss other men!"
"I brought that bitch Vera here—you can punish her however you want!"
Whitney looked down to see a woman in black collapsed on the floor, her face ashen, hair much grayer, with a horrifying four-inch scar across her right cheek.
"Whitney, what happened back then was my fault." Vera cried miserably: "You can hit me, scream at me—just please let Harrison spare me so I can see my son!"
"I haven't seen my child in two years. I dream every night of him crying for me—I'm going crazy!"
Whitney looked at her former high school roommate, lost in thought.
During those eight years waiting for Harrison to recover his memory, she'd really hated Vera to death.
Hated this woman's careful scheming to steal her place.
Hated her whispering poison in Harrison's ear, making him hate her even more.
But now facing Vera again, Whitney found her heart unmoved, like looking at a stranger.
So Vera's tears and begging meant nothing to her.
"Whit, I had people bring back that box of jade Vera took from you. Her son is locked away somewhere secret—she'll never see that kid again!" Harrison's eyes blazed with fury: "However else you want to punish her, just say it—I'll make it happen!"
"I'm not your wife and I don't care how you punish Vera." Whitney was cold as ice: "Mr. Sterling, please show some respect and stop harassing me, or I'll call the police!"
"You!" Harrison looked at her with tragic eyes, hanging his head like a child who'd done wrong, his voice choked: "Whit, you said wearing shoes from someone you love helps you find your way home and recover everything lost."
"These three years I've worn the gray sneakers you bought me constantly, never taking them off even to sleep!"
"I really regret misunderstanding you then and making you sad. Please come home with Camden, okay?"
"I'm willing to spend my whole life making amends!"
"I'm really not your wife." Whitney frowned with displeasure, quickly walking to Xavier's side and hugging his waist: "Xavier, this guy's scary—he keeps bothering me. Take me away!"
"Don't be scared, I'm here." Xavier scooped up the woman and strode away.
Harrison chased after them, holding up a wedding ring: "Whit, I've had the jade wedding ring you threw away repaired. Just look at it, please? Don't abandon me, don't leave me!"
Whitney buried her head in Xavier's chest without looking up.
She vaguely heard security guards stopping Harrison, the two groups arguing loudly.
She gripped Xavier's shirt tightly, looking exhausted: "Let's go back to Bhutan tomorrow. I don't want to see him."
"Okay. Whatever you want." Xavier said.
That night at home, Whitney lay exhausted on the sofa.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw Harrison standing under the streetlight downstairs.
The man didn't have an umbrella, letting the rain soak his clothes as he called her name over and over.
She walked over and drew the curtains, ignoring him.
Soon, Whitney's phone was flooded with Harrison's calls.
She blocked his number and unplugged her phone card, covering herself with blankets to sleep.
Whitney woke up in the middle of the night to thunder outside.
She curled up in fear, then was suddenly embraced by a dark figure who'd rushed into the room: "Don't be scared, Whit. I'm here."
Hearing Harrison's voice suddenly, she was fully awake and pushed him away in shock: "How are you in my house? GET OUT!"
"I'm not your wife—stop bothering me!"
Harrison held her tight without loosening his grip even slightly: "Whit, I understand you hate me and don't want to acknowledge me, but I won't mistake you for someone else again. You're MY Whit—I'd recognize you even as ashes!"
"Mr. Sterling, please face reality and stop dreaming." Whitney looked at him coldly: "Your wife jumped in the river with her child two years ago. I'm not her—I just look similar."
"Look similar?" Harrison tore open Whitney's nightgown, pointing to the blue birthmark on her inner thigh: "Then explain what THIS is?"
"Think you can still fool me now?"
His hands gripped her shoulders desperately, his face filled with wild joy, lips trembling so badly he couldn't speak.
After a long moment, he stammered: "Whit, you're not dead?"
"You're really not dead?"
The man lifted her up in ecstatic joy, tears streaming: "I thought you and Camden drowned and your bodies were never found. I never imagined you were still alive!"
"These two years I donated money to churches to have them pray day and night for you and Camden's souls, hoping you'd find peace. I never thought it would actually work!"
"Thank God for letting me see you again!"
"Let me GO!" Whitney avoided his kiss: "I'm not your dead wife. I'm Dawn Collins, Xavier's girlfriend!"
"It's definitely you, Whit!" Harrison joyfully caressed her face, tears falling: "You heartless woman, you were so desperate to avoid me you cut off your five-year-long hair and removed the teardrop mole under your right eye, huh?"
"Do you know how much I've missed you these two years?"
He leaned down to kiss her lips, tears falling on the woman's cheeks: "Whit, I've missed you so much I'm going insane!"
"So many times I got drunk and saw you coming to pick me up, but when I sobered up my arms were empty—you were gone!"
Whitney struggled desperately but he held her tighter.
Suddenly, a white figure rushed over and knocked Harrison to the ground: "Whitney and her child were driven to death by you long ago! This is my girlfriend Dawn Collins—stop being crazy and GET LOST!"
Harrison clutched his stomach and struggled to stand, his gaze burning: "Don't try to fool me. This is MY Whit. When she's nervous she picks at her nails, when she's angry she likes to bite people. How could she be someone else?"
"YOU'RE the one who should get lost—she's my legally wedded wife!"
"What fucking pipe dream are you living in?" Xavier's face darkened as he threw another punch: "Whitney signed divorce papers before she died and left with her child. She doesn't want you anymore, got it?"
"Harass my girlfriend again and I'll beat your ass every time I see you!"
"This IS my Whit!" Harrison, blocked by the crowd, said frantically: "Sorry, Whit. After I lost my memory, I mistook Vera for you and did many wrong things. I'll make it up to you from now on. Come back to me, please?"
Whitney completely ignored him, linking arms with Xavier: "Xavier, let's go."
They returned to their private room where everyone wanted to play games.
The loser had to complete a challenge with their teammate.
Whitney accidentally lost and had to do the cookie game challenge with Xavier.
Just as their bodies touched, they were violently pulled apart.
She stumbled, looking up in surprise to see Harrison with a pained expression.
The man was shaking all over as he held her tight, his voice trembling: "Whit, you're mine—you can't kiss other men!"
"I brought that bitch Vera here—you can punish her however you want!"
Whitney looked down to see a woman in black collapsed on the floor, her face ashen, hair much grayer, with a horrifying four-inch scar across her right cheek.
"Whitney, what happened back then was my fault." Vera cried miserably: "You can hit me, scream at me—just please let Harrison spare me so I can see my son!"
"I haven't seen my child in two years. I dream every night of him crying for me—I'm going crazy!"
Whitney looked at her former high school roommate, lost in thought.
During those eight years waiting for Harrison to recover his memory, she'd really hated Vera to death.
Hated this woman's careful scheming to steal her place.
Hated her whispering poison in Harrison's ear, making him hate her even more.
But now facing Vera again, Whitney found her heart unmoved, like looking at a stranger.
So Vera's tears and begging meant nothing to her.
"Whit, I had people bring back that box of jade Vera took from you. Her son is locked away somewhere secret—she'll never see that kid again!" Harrison's eyes blazed with fury: "However else you want to punish her, just say it—I'll make it happen!"
"I'm not your wife and I don't care how you punish Vera." Whitney was cold as ice: "Mr. Sterling, please show some respect and stop harassing me, or I'll call the police!"
"You!" Harrison looked at her with tragic eyes, hanging his head like a child who'd done wrong, his voice choked: "Whit, you said wearing shoes from someone you love helps you find your way home and recover everything lost."
"These three years I've worn the gray sneakers you bought me constantly, never taking them off even to sleep!"
"I really regret misunderstanding you then and making you sad. Please come home with Camden, okay?"
"I'm willing to spend my whole life making amends!"
"I'm really not your wife." Whitney frowned with displeasure, quickly walking to Xavier's side and hugging his waist: "Xavier, this guy's scary—he keeps bothering me. Take me away!"
"Don't be scared, I'm here." Xavier scooped up the woman and strode away.
Harrison chased after them, holding up a wedding ring: "Whit, I've had the jade wedding ring you threw away repaired. Just look at it, please? Don't abandon me, don't leave me!"
Whitney buried her head in Xavier's chest without looking up.
She vaguely heard security guards stopping Harrison, the two groups arguing loudly.
She gripped Xavier's shirt tightly, looking exhausted: "Let's go back to Bhutan tomorrow. I don't want to see him."
"Okay. Whatever you want." Xavier said.
That night at home, Whitney lay exhausted on the sofa.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw Harrison standing under the streetlight downstairs.
The man didn't have an umbrella, letting the rain soak his clothes as he called her name over and over.
She walked over and drew the curtains, ignoring him.
Soon, Whitney's phone was flooded with Harrison's calls.
She blocked his number and unplugged her phone card, covering herself with blankets to sleep.
Whitney woke up in the middle of the night to thunder outside.
She curled up in fear, then was suddenly embraced by a dark figure who'd rushed into the room: "Don't be scared, Whit. I'm here."
Hearing Harrison's voice suddenly, she was fully awake and pushed him away in shock: "How are you in my house? GET OUT!"
"I'm not your wife—stop bothering me!"
Harrison held her tight without loosening his grip even slightly: "Whit, I understand you hate me and don't want to acknowledge me, but I won't mistake you for someone else again. You're MY Whit—I'd recognize you even as ashes!"
"Mr. Sterling, please face reality and stop dreaming." Whitney looked at him coldly: "Your wife jumped in the river with her child two years ago. I'm not her—I just look similar."
"Look similar?" Harrison tore open Whitney's nightgown, pointing to the blue birthmark on her inner thigh: "Then explain what THIS is?"
"Think you can still fool me now?"
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