My Husband Died in a Crash, Only to Resurrect at My Funeral to Steal My Legacy Chapter 07

My Husband Died in a Crash, Only to Resurrect at My Funeral to Steal My Legacy Chapter 07

The room, which had been filled with flirtatious laughter just moments ago, fell completely silent.

I knocked on the door again.

“Caleb, open the door.”

“Who the hell is it?” Caleb’s familiar voice snapped from inside. “Are you insane?”

Behind me, Eleanor’s smug expression instantly disappeared.

She rushed forward and planted herself in front of the door.

“Clara, what are you doing?” she shouted. “Why are you making a scene outside someone’s hotel room? Do you have any idea this is harassment?”

The moment Eleanor spoke, the footsteps approaching the door inside suddenly stopped.

Then came a burst of frantic movement.

Eleanor remained glued to the entrance, panic flashing across her face as muffled rustling sounds continued from inside the room.

Then, during that brief moment of chaos, a man in a black suit burst out from the side hallway.

He shoved Eleanor aside without hesitation and drove his foot into the hotel room door.

The door flew open.

Within seconds, dozens of reporters swarmed into the room like a tidal wave.

Carried forward by the crowd, I found myself stepping inside as well.

And then I witnessed the most absurd scene imaginable.

The room was rundown, damp, and dimly lit.

A stale smell of mildew hung in the air.

Caleb was frantically buttoning his dress shirt. In his rush, he hadn’t even zipped his pants all the way up.

Nearby, Kaylee struggled to pull up the zipper on her dress.

The room didn’t even have air conditioning.

Their clothes clung to their bodies with sweat.

Fresh love bites were clearly visible along Kaylee’s neck and chest.

For a moment, time seemed to stop.

Only for a moment.

Then dozens of cameras were raised at once.

Flash.

Flash.

Flash.

The room exploded into a frenzy of shutter clicks.

The relentless flashes finally snapped Eleanor back to reality.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at Caleb, caught red-handed.

Her legs gave out beneath her.

She collapsed onto the floor.

Caleb froze.

Kaylee stood rooted to the spot.

The look she gave me was complicated.

Humiliation.

Embarrassment.

And beneath it all, a hatred so intense it practically radiated from her eyes.

I almost laughed.

The woman who had spent ten years destroying my marriage somehow looked at me, the wife, as though I were the villain.

“Clara…”

Caleb was the first to break the silence.

Confusion and panic battled in his eyes.

One hand clutched his slipping waistband as he stumbled toward me.

“How… how are you here?”