The Phantom Wife He Cannot Save

Chapter 7

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eenan, flanked by Detective Fletcher and a bruised Felix, marched toward

"We need to see all medical records for Arac

tened. "Due to HIPAA

ng his hand on the counter. "She was scheduled for a

. Keenan shoved Felix aside, his face co

uldn't be having that kind of surge

e was still trying to believe the lie. Because believing the truth

an's outburst with a

nd of the hall. Cheyenne. She walked toward them, her

taking his arm in a proprietary way.

r. "You're... Dr.

er full attention to the detective. "I'm Aracely's sister

e," Fletcher said, his t

aling with a tiresome inconvenience. "This wh

her, a silent, desperat

eassuringly. "Don't wor

exploded. "You told me the

into a mask of sorrowful patience. "Mr. Riddle, I said the situation was seri

river of lies. Aracely's s

nce wearing thin. "I want to see t

I'll pull up her file on my terminal." She led them down the hall,

gged into the hospital's system. The loading icon spun

is hands balled into fists. He was prayi

opposite. Praying for proo

nne's mouse hovered, the

. The official diagnosi

e crumpled

riumphant, and deeply pained

the screen, and felt the last vesti

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The Phantom Wife He Cannot Save

Breeze Romance

“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.”