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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 second video ended, only for the third to begin.


The camera shook slightly, my weak hands unable to hold it steady.


"Benedict, there's something you didn't know. We had a child. But I won't live long enough to bring him into this world."


The scene opened with faint background noise— Benedict's voice, tense as he dealt with yet another of Tylor's suicide threats over the phone.


Moments later, he left the house, leaving a suffocating silence behind.


I moved to my bedside drawer, pulling out two medical reports.


"The day of our third wedding anniversary, I went to the hospital for a pregnancy check-up. Instead, I collapsed in pain and learned two things that changed everything. One paper confirmed I was pregnant. The other sentenced me to death.


"I've been labeled a curse all my life, the cause of my mother's death and my father's hatred. And then you appeared, calling me your lucky star, pulling me out of the darkness.


Chapter 7