My Fake Death Was The Punchline To His Cruel Joke Chapter 06
When we landed in Denver, Leo handed me a new phone.
Camille was livestreaming the gala rehearsal on Instagram.
She wore a black gown, a single white rose pinned to her chest. The caption read:
[A moment of silence for Mara tonight. But the living must go on.]
The next photo showed a massive diamond ring on her left hand.
In the comments, their friends were already speculating about whether she and Bennett would announce their engagement right after the public “mourning.”
I smiled, snapped my old SIM card in two, and dropped it into an airport trash can.
She still had no idea Bennett wasn’t coming to her gala.
Leo hadn’t forged a death certificate or faked any official records.
He had simply used his legal standing as my only authorized relative to seal my medical chart and refuse to disclose my location.
The only thing Bennett could confirm was the cold, hard fact displayed in the Newport City Hall registry—
he had never been my husband.
Later, Leo filled me in on what happened at the hospital.
The moment Bennett received my text, he raced back.
He pounded on the nurses’ station, demanding to see me.
“I’m her husband! I want to see her chart, the death notice, the certificate—everything!”
The hospital’s legal counsel slid a single printed document across the counter.