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

Chapter 3

"I don't care about any of this. Just find a good doctor."

His callous, indifferent words left me stunned.

The door didn't close all the way. The sound of hurried, heavy breathing pierced my ears like needles.

His mother was fighting for her life, and he was busy sleeping with another woman.

After all these years, I finally saw the nature of this man.

Three years of searching for Mark had already shown me the truth.

When I reached the airport, I was told my ticket had been canceled.

As I stood confused, Daniel pulled me into a car. "Weren't you here for Mark? Why are you leaving alone?"

Seeing the poorly concealed anxiety in his eyes, I replied coolly, "Didn't he claim that he's not Mark Davis?"

Daniel froze, then quickly backpedaled.

"You know he's lost his memory—that's why he can't remember who he is. How can you just abandon him like this?"

I laughed coldly.

'Who abandoned whom? Who faked his death the moment I found out I was pregnant? Who left his family without a word for three years?'

Before I could voice these questions, I saw Mark and Iris coming back from shopping.

I froze at the sight of the bags and boxes piled in their arms.

Iris shoved a handful of cheap wedding candy into my hand, triumph in her eyes.

"Mark and I are getting married in just a few days. You should come. Maybe seeing us get married will make you finally let go."

Mark looked at her tenderly, his voice full of adoration.

"We're marrying for the baby's sake. In seven months, our child will be born."

Hearing the eager anticipation in his voice pierced my heart.

Once, Mark and I were expecting a child too. A week before our honeymoon, I learned I was pregnant, filling the whole family with joy. Yet while I rejoiced at the coming of our baby, he was plotting how to fake his death and disappear with his mistress.

Even with his own child growing inside me, it hadn't moved him at all!

If he truly didn't love me, he could have simply refused this marriage. Why pretend to love me? Why trick me until I was nothing but bruises and scars?

The hard shell of the wedding candy dug into my palm, and Iris's triumphant smile was the cruelest insult.

I saw through it all—Mark wanted to lock down his relationship with Iris before returning to the Davis Family. This way, he'd have a justifiable excuse to bring her back openly later.

When our eyes met, Mark didn't even flinch.

"If you're free, you're welcome to come," he said.

After a brief pause, I nodded. "Fine, I'll be there."

I guessed people could only accept something when they see it for themselves.

Their wedding was far less grand than ours had been, but it still cost a fair amount of money. Word was he'd borrowed heavily for it.

Once the Davis Family's sole heir, Mark had never wanted anything, never lacked money, and never held down a real job. After faking his death to live here with Iris, he'd scraped by on borrowed money.

No wonder he was so desperate to return. To the Davis Family, his debts were mere peanuts.

But there was something Mark didn't know.

That door was closed forever.