After My Ex Went Crazy

On our third wedding anniversary, I tricked my husband, Benedict Gabor, into signing the divorce papers.

The reason was that the doctor said I had stomach cancer and wouldn't live past three months.

Benedict thought I was throwing a tantrum. Annoyed but dismissive, he signed the papers and then whisked his precious Tylor Gabor away on a scenic overseas getaway.

Later, when he realized I was serious, he used every method possible, threats, schemes, even outright vengeance, to try and bring me back.

But all he got was a final goodbye at my funeral, delivered through a video I left behind.

"Benedict," my recorded voice began, calm and steady, "if you're watching this, I'm already dead..."

That day, the proud and unshakable Benedict finally lost his mind.