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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.

After My Ex Went Crazy

The sound of the call disconnecting echoed loudly. Benedict's hand, still clutching the phone, froze mid-air as if time itself had stopped.


Anton tapped his shoulder with his cane.


The phone slipped from Benedict's grasp, clattering to the floor. His eyes were vacant, his movements frantic as he scrambled to pick it up.


Without a word, he bolted toward the door, leaving behind a room full of bewildered stares.


I followed Benedict as he ran through the house, his desperation spilling into every frantic motion. I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh.


What would his face look like once he saw the videos I left for him?


He slipped on the polished floor, landing hard. Even then, he fumbled with his phone, dialing my brother's number over and over until the call finally connected.


"Victor!" His trembling hand brought the phone to his lips.


Chapter 5