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On the day we celebrated three years of marriage, I cunningly persuaded my spouse, Benedict Gabor, to put his signature on divorce documents.
My motivation stemmed from a medical diagnosis: stomach cancer with a life expectancy of only three months.
Benedict assumed I was just acting out. Irritated but unconcerned, he signed the papers before whisking his beloved Tylor Gabor away for a luxurious trip abroad.
When the reality of the situation finally dawned on him, Benedict employed various tactics - intimidation, manipulation, and even retaliation - in an attempt to win me back.
However, his efforts were in vain. The only farewell he received was at my memorial service, through a pre-recorded video message I had prepared.
"Benedict," my voice began on the recording, composed and unwavering, "if you're viewing this, it means I've passed away..."
It was on that day that the once-formidable and steadfast Benedict finally crumbled, losing his grip on reality.

The Vlogger's Last Laugh, A Terminal Love Triangle

Victor extended his arm, barring the group's way with a cruel grin as his eyes focused on Benedict.


"Mr. Gabor, or should I say, someone who's lost the right to that name," he taunted.


"Benedict, let me be clear. The residence you affectionately call 'home' belongs to me now. And don't even consider leaving this rubbish at my entrance."


I couldn't help but admire my brother's razor-sharp wit, as cutting as always.


He had used it against me numerous times in our youth, leaving me wounded and bruised.


Benedict turned from the display, where my ghostly visage gazed back at him, to confront Victor.


"Victor, this house is all that remains of Kendra for me. I won't allow you to strip it away."


"Oh, now he recalls. Now, he values the recollections of us in that dwelling. How paradoxical," I pondered.


When I was alive, he permitted Tylor to rampage through those corridors, destroying everything I held dear. But now, it suddenly carries significance.


Chapter 8