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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

The phone call ended abruptly, leaving a deafening silence. Benedict stood motionless, his hand still holding the receiver as if frozen in time.


Anton nudged him gently with his walking stick.


"Is everything alright? Who was on the line?"


The phone slipped from Benedict's grasp, hitting the ground with a clatter. His eyes were unfocused, his movements erratic as he tried to retrieve it.


Without uttering a word, he dashed towards the exit, leaving the room in a state of confusion.


I trailed after Benedict as he raced through the house, his panic evident in every hurried step. I couldn't suppress a grim chuckle.


I wondered how he would react upon discovering the videos I had left for him.


He lost his footing on the slick floor, falling hard. Even then, he fumbled with his phone, repeatedly dialing my brother's number until finally getting through.


"Victor!" His shaking hand brought the device to his mouth.


Chapter 5