My Husband Died in a Crash, Only to Resurrect at My Funeral to Steal My Legacy Chapter 06

My Husband Died in a Crash, Only to Resurrect at My Funeral to Steal My Legacy Chapter 06

“Turn it off! Turn it off right now!”

Eleanor’s shrill scream snapped me out of my thoughts.

From the edge of the crowd, she shoved people aside and lunged toward me like a predator charging its prey.

When she couldn’t force her way through, she raised her handbag and hurled it at the giant screen.

“It’s fake!”

Her eyes were bloodshot with rage.

“Don’t believe a word Clara Winslow says! That bitch fabricated this whole thing!”

She pointed at me viciously.

“This is obviously some fake video her company’s tech team created so she can escape responsibility!”

“Exactly!”

Kaylee’s mother, Bertha Miller, immediately jumped in.

“I’m sure many of you saw the horrifying accident that killed my daughter!”

Tears streamed down her face.

“This woman murdered them! And instead of showing remorse, she’s using their deaths for publicity. Don’t believe anything she says!”

Ordinarily, the performance would’ve looked ridiculous.

But under the circumstances, it was surprisingly effective.

I could already see doubt creeping into people’s eyes.

Several spectators began arguing in front of the screen.

“Actually, now that I look at it, the video does seem kind of suspicious.”

“Yeah. Doesn’t their skin look weirdly red?”

“Exactly. Almost like it was edited.”

“You might be onto something.”

A man crossed his arms.

“I saw all that blood outside the auditorium with my own eyes. Who knows if this video is real?”

“Good point.”

The reporters had already captured the entire video presentation.

And controversy was exactly what they lived for.

The second the argument reignited, cameras were pointed at me again.

“Ms. Winslow, people aren’t entirely unreasonable for questioning this.”

One reporter stepped forward.

“You’ve shown us a video and claimed two people who were supposedly killed are actually alive. That’s a pretty extraordinary claim.”

Another quickly added,

“Exactly. If we could see them in person, that would be much more convincing.”

Eleanor’s panic disappeared.

In its place came smug confidence.

She looked at me with pure malice.

As if she were saying:

So what if you protected your parents?

So what if you protected your daughter?

So what if you exposed Caleb?

In the end, you’ll still end up exactly where I want you.

Handing over your fortune.

And eventually, your life.

For a moment, the suffocating despair from my previous life washed over me again.

Cold sweat spread across my back.

But instead of overwhelming me, it sharpened my focus.

The reporters continued pressing forward.

“Ms. Winslow, why aren’t you answering?”

“Is the video fake?”

“Ms. Winslow!”

“If Caleb Vance and Kaylee Miller are really alive, can you take us to them?”

“You clearly knew where they were if you managed to record that footage, so…”

“Yes.”

I cut him off calmly.

“I can.”

The crowd fell silent.

“I’m taking all of you to see them right now.”

My gaze swept across the room.

“And I’m going to let you witness exactly how shameless those two really are.”

Eleanor immediately turned toward Kaylee’s parents.

The three exchanged nervous glances.

Yet a moment later, Eleanor nodded confidently.

Whatever concern they had vanished.

Clearly, she believed Caleb had hidden himself well enough.

Unfortunately for her, she thought far too highly of her idiot son.

I stepped behind the display screen and dialed a number.

“Are they still there?”

A man’s voice answered immediately.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

I glanced toward the crowd.

“Keep watching them. I’m on my way.”

“Understood.”

I ended the call.

Then I returned to the reporters and smiled lightly.

“Anyone interested in seeing the miracle of the dead coming back to life should follow me.”

The reporters exchanged bewildered looks.

“Follow you?”

“Wait… they’re nearby?”

I merely smiled and walked past them.

Five minutes later, I stopped in front of a rundown hotel hidden in a neglected alley behind the hospital.

The reporters stared in disbelief.

“Ms. Winslow…”

One of them pointed at the building.

“Are you seriously telling us Caleb Vance and Kaylee Miller are staying here?”

Beside me, Eleanor’s smirk grew even wider.

Her eyes dripped with contempt.

She clearly thought this was ridiculous.

After all, Caleb had spent years living as the chairman of a billion-dollar company.

Luxury cars.

Five-star hotels.

Business-class flights.

That was the lifestyle he projected.

Why would someone like him stay in a dump like this?

But he was staying here.

And I knew exactly why.

Every luxury hotel in Silverport flagged my accounts the second Caleb appeared.

I held black-tier memberships everywhere.

If he checked into one, I’d know.

My connections with the airlines were just as extensive.

If he tried leaving Silverport, I’d hear about it immediately.

For the past decade, Caleb may have carried the title of chairman, but I had been the one actually running the company.

To avoid being discovered, hiding in a place like this was probably his only option.

Ignoring the reporters’ confusion and Eleanor’s smug expression, I walked directly into the building.

Up the stairs.

Down the third-floor hallway.

Until I stopped outside Room 308.

Then I raised my hand and knocked gently on the door.

“Caleb.”

My voice echoed through the hallway.

“Open the door.”