My Husband’s Parking Trick Exposed His Affair Chapter 08

My Husband’s Parking Trick Exposed His Affair Chapter 08

At those words, my brain exploded with a deafening roar and 

my vision went completely blank. 

Andrew… killed himself? How was that possible? 

My body went limp, and the woman’s face flashed unbidden in 

my mind. 

“Did he find out everything?” 

My mother shook her head. 

“No. He knew nothing.” 

I was even more confused. 

“Then why would he kill himself out of nowhere? Wasn’t he 

happily playing that cheating game with that woman? Mom, 

you’re lying to me, aren’t you?” 

Seeing my reaction, my mother burst into tears. 

She stepped forward to support me, her voice choked with 

sobs. 

“Lorette, Mom isn’t lying. Andrew really did kill himself.” 

“No way!” 

I wrenched my hand away from hers. 

“You must be lying. Andrew just has things to take care of. He’s just busy. He’s fine. He could never suddenly kill 

himself!” 

Trembling, I pulled out my phone and frantically dialed 

Andrew’s number. 

But all I heard was the cold, robotic voice on the line. 

“Sorry, the number you have reached is currently powered 

off.” 

I refused to give up, calling again and again. 

But there was never an answer. 

“It’s impossible. He would never ignore my calls.” 

I muttered to myself, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone. 

“Andrew said he would always answer my calls the second they came in. Is he with that woman? Is that why he doesn’t 

have time to talk to me?” 

I looked at my mother, my voice trembling. 

“Mom, stop lying to me. I know why he loves that woman so 

much. I understand. Even if he loves her more, I can accept it. 

Tell me the truth. He’s not dead, is he?” 

My mother looked at me through her tears. 

“Lorette, I’m not lying. Accept reality.” 

I shook my head wildly. 

“No, it can’t be. This isn’t real. I don’t believe it.” 

With that, I stumbled out of the ward. 

“I’m going to find him. He must still be alive.Andrew has 

always cherished life. He could never kill himself!” 

“The day I crashed, I heard him screaming my name, 

heartbroken. Even though I was unconscious, I heard his 

shouts clearly. That voice was so real, so urgent. How could it be a final goodbye?” 

“Lorette, enough!” 

My father rushed over and grabbed my shoulders hard. 

“Andrew… he really did kill himself!” 

“I don’t believe it!” 

I struggled wildly, my voice firm. “Not until I see it with my 

own eyes.” 

My mother looked at me, heartbroken, tears streaming down 

her face. 

“Lorette, don’t do this. Mom begs you. Seeing you like this 

breaks my heart…” 

I wiped my tears and looked at her. 

“Then take me to see Andrew. If he’s alive, show me. If he’s 

dead, show me his body.” 

My parents exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with pain and 

hesitation. 

In the end, my father nodded heavily. 

“Alright. I’ll take you to see him.” 

They didn’t take me to the hospital morgue or the funeral home. 

Instead, they drove me to a cemetery in the suburbs. 

There, a brand–new headstone stood. 

My heart sank like a stone. 

As I drew closer, I saw it clearly. Andrew’s name was carved into the stone. 

Above it, a photo of him, smiling warmly with his eyes crinkled. 

That smile was so real, so gentle, so loving. 

Only then did I have to accept it. 

Andrew was truly dead. 

But why? What had happened? Why would he suddenly kill himself? 

I stood before the headstone, my fingers trembling as I traced his face in the photo. 

I looked at my mother, my voice hollow. 

“Tell me. Why did he kill himself?”