His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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After Harrison left, Whitney tore up all their wedding photos and albums, threw the pieces in the trash, and packed her clothes into suitcases.
Nanny Lisa was frantic, saying she wanted to call Mother Sterling to report the situation.
Whitney stopped her: "Don't bother her—her health isn't good."
"But if you just leave with the child like this, what about the master?"
Lisa's eyes were red: "He's had two brain surgeries—he can't handle strong shocks!"
"He won't die."
Whitney's voice was indifferent: "Help me take down the lily embroidery from the living room. That's a wedding gift from my mother."
She held the embroidered blooming lilies, tears blurring her vision.
When she was in sixth grade, her mother, who she depended on, got terminal lung cancer with little time left.
Behind Whitney's back, her mother endured her severe illness and secretly embroidered this lily picture.
On her deathbed, her mother solemnly placed Whitney's hand in Harrison's, using her last breath: "Good boy, I'm entrusting my Whitney to you. I hope you can marry successfully and have a hundred years of harmony."
"If someday you don't love Whitney anymore, just set her free. Don't hurt her."
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Whitney."
The young man with cold features said through tears: "If I ever betray her, let me suffer heart-wrenching pain daily, die alone, and meet a bad end!"
Whitney's mother's ashen face brightened, her voice firm: "Harrison, I've always been good at reading people. I believe you'll protect my Whitney for life and never let her shed a tear!"
"Mom, you misjudged him."
Whitney gently held the lily picture, her voice choked: "Harrison stopped loving me long ago, and I don't want him anymore either."
The fierce wind battered the window frames, as if mourning for her.
Whitney wiped away her tears, saying word by word: "Mom, don't worry. I've grown up. Even without Harrison, I can live well and I'll take good care of Camden!"
Just then, a lawyer walked in, bowing: "Ma'am, the CEO had someone deliver some documents."
Whitney took them—it was a divorce agreement.
Harrison not only refused to pay a cent in child support, but also demanded she leave with nothing and return the jade wedding ring he'd given her.
Utterly heartless!
She was about to sign when she saw Vera had sent a bunch of messages:
[Whitney, Harrison spent 10 million at auction tonight on a jade bracelet and 8 million on jade earrings for me. Pretty, right?]
[I remember you love jade. Too bad he gave me all that box of jade he got you before. Now you just have that jade ring left on your hand.]
[He's so domineering. I've got jade filling two rooms but he insists on giving more. If I don't accept, he punishes me—he took me five times just now.]
Whitney's expression shifted as she called 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."
"I'm pregnant, Whitney. This is my ace in the hole. Even if you risked your life to give him a child, so what? You're still getting dumped, how pathetic!"
"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."
Whitney's hands shook so badly she could barely hold the phone: "When I nearly died in childbirth—that was YOUR doing?"
Vera laughed delightedly: "So what if it was? Even if Harrison found out, he'd just think you're trying to frame me. If I were you, I'd have died of shame long ago. How do you still have the nerve to hold onto the Mrs. Sterling title?"
Whitney smiled coldly and turned off the recorder, taking a taxi to the riverside.
Then she handed the recorder and divorce agreement to the fake death agency workers.
Following their requirements, she took off her pink sneakers and placed them by the river.
"Ms. Collins, let me confirm once more—you chose the method where no body is recovered?"
"I'm sure." Whitney said firmly.
With that, she took her suitcase and disappeared into the night.
Just wait and see!
The day she left would be the beginning of Vera's hellish life!
And the beginning of Harrison going completely insane!
Maybe also the beginning of Harrison recovering his memory!
Nanny Lisa was frantic, saying she wanted to call Mother Sterling to report the situation.
Whitney stopped her: "Don't bother her—her health isn't good."
"But if you just leave with the child like this, what about the master?"
Lisa's eyes were red: "He's had two brain surgeries—he can't handle strong shocks!"
"He won't die."
Whitney's voice was indifferent: "Help me take down the lily embroidery from the living room. That's a wedding gift from my mother."
She held the embroidered blooming lilies, tears blurring her vision.
When she was in sixth grade, her mother, who she depended on, got terminal lung cancer with little time left.
Behind Whitney's back, her mother endured her severe illness and secretly embroidered this lily picture.
On her deathbed, her mother solemnly placed Whitney's hand in Harrison's, using her last breath: "Good boy, I'm entrusting my Whitney to you. I hope you can marry successfully and have a hundred years of harmony."
"If someday you don't love Whitney anymore, just set her free. Don't hurt her."
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Whitney."
The young man with cold features said through tears: "If I ever betray her, let me suffer heart-wrenching pain daily, die alone, and meet a bad end!"
Whitney's mother's ashen face brightened, her voice firm: "Harrison, I've always been good at reading people. I believe you'll protect my Whitney for life and never let her shed a tear!"
"Mom, you misjudged him."
Whitney gently held the lily picture, her voice choked: "Harrison stopped loving me long ago, and I don't want him anymore either."
The fierce wind battered the window frames, as if mourning for her.
Whitney wiped away her tears, saying word by word: "Mom, don't worry. I've grown up. Even without Harrison, I can live well and I'll take good care of Camden!"
Just then, a lawyer walked in, bowing: "Ma'am, the CEO had someone deliver some documents."
Whitney took them—it was a divorce agreement.
Harrison not only refused to pay a cent in child support, but also demanded she leave with nothing and return the jade wedding ring he'd given her.
Utterly heartless!
She was about to sign when she saw Vera had sent a bunch of messages:
[Whitney, Harrison spent 10 million at auction tonight on a jade bracelet and 8 million on jade earrings for me. Pretty, right?]
[I remember you love jade. Too bad he gave me all that box of jade he got you before. Now you just have that jade ring left on your hand.]
[He's so domineering. I've got jade filling two rooms but he insists on giving more. If I don't accept, he punishes me—he took me five times just now.]
Whitney's expression shifted as she called 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."
"I'm pregnant, Whitney. This is my ace in the hole. Even if you risked your life to give him a child, so what? You're still getting dumped, how pathetic!"
"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."
Whitney's hands shook so badly she could barely hold the phone: "When I nearly died in childbirth—that was YOUR doing?"
Vera laughed delightedly: "So what if it was? Even if Harrison found out, he'd just think you're trying to frame me. If I were you, I'd have died of shame long ago. How do you still have the nerve to hold onto the Mrs. Sterling title?"
Whitney smiled coldly and turned off the recorder, taking a taxi to the riverside.
Then she handed the recorder and divorce agreement to the fake death agency workers.
Following their requirements, she took off her pink sneakers and placed them by the river.
"Ms. Collins, let me confirm once more—you chose the method where no body is recovered?"
"I'm sure." Whitney said firmly.
With that, she took her suitcase and disappeared into the night.
Just wait and see!
The day she left would be the beginning of Vera's hellish life!
And the beginning of Harrison going completely insane!
Maybe also the beginning of Harrison recovering his memory!
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