My Husband Died in a Crash, Only to Resurrect at My Funeral to Steal My Legacy Chapter 09

My Husband Died in a Crash, Only to Resurrect at My Funeral to Steal My Legacy Chapter 09

Three days later, Caleb and Kaylee’s fake-death scandal became the biggest public spectacle in the country.

Everywhere people were talking about it.

“Did you hear about Caleb Vance? The former chairman of Pulsewave Technologies?”

“The guy who faked his own death so he could run off with his mistress?”

“Yeah, and then his wife caught them together in that hotel room.”

“Absolutely disgusting.”

“I’ve never seen two people so shameless.”

“They deserve each other.”

“The world’s better off without people like that.”

This time, the fury of public opinion finally landed on Caleb and Kaylee.

Exactly where it belonged.

Over the following weeks, I occasionally spotted Caleb standing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office building.

He would linger downstairs for hours.

Every time I saw him, he looked worse than before.

More exhausted.

More broken.

Then, one month later, I saw his name in the news.

Caleb Vance had been arrested for murder.

The victim was Kaylee.

He had stabbed her more than a hundred times.

She died at the scene.

Eleanor aged overnight.

Her hair turned completely white.

News footage showed her chasing after the police vehicle, calling Caleb’s name again and again through her tears.

The woman who had once seemed so proud and full of life looked utterly destroyed.

At over seventy years old, she had lost everything.

I knew what the rest of her life would likely look like.

Loneliness.

Regret.

And endless grief.

Six months later, Mia was finally discharged from the hospital.

She never mentioned Caleb again.

Even so, I continued taking her to see a therapist.

I didn’t want hatred to take root inside her heart.

I wanted her to grow up surrounded by love.

To grow toward the sunlight.

One afternoon, while accompanying Mia to a therapy session, someone appeared behind me.

I turned around.

It was Ethan Caldwell.

The man who had helped me uncover the truth.

My childhood best friend.

We had drifted apart after attending colleges in different states.

Ethan smiled and gently tapped my shoulder.

“Clara.”

His eyes softened.

“I told you years ago that if you ever called and asked for my help, I wouldn’t leave again.”

He slipped his hands into his pockets.

“I bought the house next door to yours.”

“Looks like we’re neighbors now.”

Before I could respond, my phone rang.

It was my mom.

Her excitement practically burst through the speaker.

“Clara! Bring Ethan over for dinner tonight!”

She laughed.

“His parents are here with us already!”