My Husband Faked Death to Elope With His Lover, and I Made It Real

Chapter 2

Without hesitation, he immediately pulled Iris behind him.

"Iris is straightforward. Don't let it bother you."

His gaze toward me was filled with nothing but wariness and suspicion, as if I might hurt the woman he loved.

A dull, burning pain flared belatedly across my face. Remembering the conversation I'd overheard at the bar, my chest felt as if it had been ripped open, leaving a gaping void.

His amnesia was fake, but the coldness and heartlessness he showed me were all too real.

I mechanically booked a flight home and turned to Mark.

"Rest assured, I won't trouble you again."

If he wanted to feign ignorance, I'd let him have his way.

The next morning, just as I was leaving, Alfred Davis, Mark's father, called unexpectedly.

"Jenny had a heart attack. She's still in the ICU, calling out for Mark. He really isn't Mark?"

Jenny was Jennifer Davis's nickname. At the news of her heart attack, I nearly lost control of the steering wheel.

Alfred, who was always composed, now spoke with a tremor in his voice.

"We don't know if Jenny will pull through this time. I fear she might pass without seeing her son."

My heart clenched, and I immediately changed course.

"Dad, don't worry. I'll bring him back right away."

When Mark opened the door and saw me, his face turned icy.

Acting without hesitation, I thrust the phone into his hands.

"Your mother had a heart attack. All she wants is to see you one last time. Are you really going to keep up this act now?"

At the news of Jennifer's condition, Mark's face drained of color. He steadied the phone and had just initiated the video call when a manicured finger jabbed the screen and hung up.

Iris shot me an irritated glare and hurled the phone at my face.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you promise yesterday to leave us alone?"

Mark's eyes flashed with urgency as he reached for the phone.

"She said, My..."

Under my piercing gaze, he backtracked.

"Her husband's mother is critically ill. She wants me to pose as her husband to comfort her."

Iris scoffed lightly. "Pretending to be her husband? She's clearly lying to force you to admit you're her husband! I've seen enough of these jealous games—don't expect to touch me tonight if you make that call!"

Seeing her anger, Mark quickly tried to appease her.

"Alright, alright, I won't call."

Watching him grovel like that, I stared in disbelief.

"Mark, this is your mother. You've been gone for three years. She's cried so much for you she's nearly gone blind. And you won't even make one phone call? This could be your last chance to see her!"

Mark stiffened, his lips parting slightly, but Iris abruptly grabbed his arm.

She feigned innocence. "I told you, my boyfriend is not your husband. How could you make him lie for you? Besides, he's not a doctor—what good will a phone call do? Why can't you just leave us alone?"

She shot me a dismissive look and nodded at Mark to close the door.

While he hesitated, Iris's hand began wandering under his shirt.

Distracted, he hurriedly threw out one last line.