The Phantom Wife He Cannot Save

Chapter 6

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, his presence sucking the air out of the bustling room. His e

on the front desk. "I need to

ed suit approached him. "I'm Detecti

but to an interrogation room with a

in his hands. He looked exhausted and d

flat. "Filed a missing person's report for Aracely Walter. Says he's a clo

e fr

y descended. He kicked the door open, stormed in, and gr

izing him instantly. Felix. The man from the g

Felix's jaw. A sickening cr

. Felix staggered back, blood trickling

ed, struggling against the officers

ping blood from his mouth. "She was dying,

inched. "She was acting! Lying, just l

table. It clattered against the metal. Inside was a

ch. It was the one he'd given Ar

an hour ago," Fletcher said grimly. "

the hospital. How did it get to the river? Cheyenne. It had to

g as they touched the cold plastic. He saw a dar

eyes locking on Felix.

lled, his voice cracking with grief.

rupted, "a woman matching your wife's description was

build. The same long

mask of desperation. "I want

tcher said with a sigh. "We

he feeling of control, the one th

pained whisper. "She had a brain tumor, Keen

ly in his study, her face pale, her hand shaking

rifying resolve hardening his

o that clini

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The Phantom Wife He Cannot Save

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“I handed my terminal brain cancer diagnosis to my billionaire husband, hoping for a shred of comfort. Instead, he sneered, accused me of faking it for a better divorce settlement, and told me to die quickly. Heartbroken, I turned to my sister, a top surgeon, who promised to save my life. But on the operating table, my soul was ripped from my body as I watched her inject me with a lethal drug. She didn't just murder me. She harvested my organs, forged my medical records to claim I was a hysterical liar who ran away, and went straight to my penthouse to take my place. She looked at my blank organ donation consent form and smiled. "Don't worry, he'll sign." And he did. My husband welcomed her into our bed and announced their grand wedding, while my own mother celebrated my disappearance as a chance to secure his wealth. I hovered in the air, screaming silently. Why did my own flesh and blood slaughter me to steal my life? Why did the man I loved hate me so much that he'd happily marry my killer? As my husband stood by the window, daring my runaway self to show up at their wedding, my spectral heart turned to stone. I decided not to fade away. I would stay right here as a ghost, and watch their monstrous charade burn to the ground.”