OMG My 'Perfect' Marriage Was a Murder Setup! - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Over the years, I'd built my own business from the ground up, and now I ran a pretty successful company. My in-laws had always claimed they'd leave everything to me, but the truth was, I had zero interest in battling Shane over their money.
His parents were gone. The guy was already pathetic enough without me making it worse.
Besides, what kind of person fights an orphan for scraps?
I decided to walk away clean. Over the next few days, I worked with my lawyer to sort out the details.
The only thing left? Getting Shane to agree.
I found him at the funeral home, the air thick with stale cigarette smoke.
Craig looked like he'd aged twenty years overnight, dark circles carved deep under his eyes. The second he spotted me, he lunged forward like I was some kind of miracle.
"Nat, I knew you wouldn't abandon Shane!" His voice cracked. "He's inside. Please—just talk to him."
Something about the way he said it sent a chill down my spine. I pushed past him and hurried inside.
The second I stepped through the door, my foot caught on something—no, someone—slumped on the floor like a discarded rag.
"Shane?" My breath hitched.
His eyes were hollow, his hair streaked with gray. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought he was the one in the casket.
"Nat?" He dragged himself upright, his designer clothes wrinkled and stained, cigarette butts clinging to his sleeves. "You're here. You're finally here. Thank God. I still have you—"
I stared down at him, my voice ice. "You're wrong. I'm here to settle the divorce."
His face twisted in disbelief. He grabbed my sleeve, fingers shaking. "No. That's not true. You still love me. Don't you?"
A broken laugh escaped him. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have cheated. Shouldn't have hurt you. Hailey hasn't even bothered to show up. But you—you're the only one who still cares."
Then his expression darkened, venom seeping into his voice. "All those relatives? They used to kiss my parents' asses. Now that they're gone? Not a single one showed up for the funeral. Just vultures, waiting to pick at the bones."
"Not my problem," I said flatly. "Just sign the papers."
His hand trembled as he picked up the pen. It took everything in him just to scrawl his name.
I didn't take him to the hospital.
I turned and walked out.
His parents were gone. The guy was already pathetic enough without me making it worse.
Besides, what kind of person fights an orphan for scraps?
I decided to walk away clean. Over the next few days, I worked with my lawyer to sort out the details.
The only thing left? Getting Shane to agree.
I found him at the funeral home, the air thick with stale cigarette smoke.
Craig looked like he'd aged twenty years overnight, dark circles carved deep under his eyes. The second he spotted me, he lunged forward like I was some kind of miracle.
"Nat, I knew you wouldn't abandon Shane!" His voice cracked. "He's inside. Please—just talk to him."
Something about the way he said it sent a chill down my spine. I pushed past him and hurried inside.
The second I stepped through the door, my foot caught on something—no, someone—slumped on the floor like a discarded rag.
"Shane?" My breath hitched.
His eyes were hollow, his hair streaked with gray. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought he was the one in the casket.
"Nat?" He dragged himself upright, his designer clothes wrinkled and stained, cigarette butts clinging to his sleeves. "You're here. You're finally here. Thank God. I still have you—"
I stared down at him, my voice ice. "You're wrong. I'm here to settle the divorce."
His face twisted in disbelief. He grabbed my sleeve, fingers shaking. "No. That's not true. You still love me. Don't you?"
A broken laugh escaped him. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have cheated. Shouldn't have hurt you. Hailey hasn't even bothered to show up. But you—you're the only one who still cares."
Then his expression darkened, venom seeping into his voice. "All those relatives? They used to kiss my parents' asses. Now that they're gone? Not a single one showed up for the funeral. Just vultures, waiting to pick at the bones."
"Not my problem," I said flatly. "Just sign the papers."
His hand trembled as he picked up the pen. It took everything in him just to scrawl his name.
I didn't take him to the hospital.
I turned and walked out.
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