ManyWriters

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 next time I saw Benedict's face, he was already sentenced to life imprisonment.


At the press conference, his unhinged rage led to Tylor being struck unconscious. Despite efforts to save her, she didn't survive.


Now, his emaciated, jaundiced face filled the screen before me. I only wanted to curse him, telling him that this was his retribution.


His eyes were vacant, lips murmuring incoherent words.


"Kendra... Kendra isn't dead. She wouldn't die. She's just hiding from me... still mad at me."


A prison guard banged on the cell bars, shouting for him to be quiet.


But Benedict, like a man possessed, clawed at the iron door, his gaze frantic.


"Open the door! Kendra can't find me if I'm locked up! She'll be worried!"


The guard, seemingly used to these outbursts, barked back, "That Kendra you're babbling about is long dead. And you're never getting out."


Chapter 10