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"What you're doing is illegal.I've got proof of your affair. If I die, you're done," I said.
"Emily Harper, you're so naive. Think you're somebody? I'm the Pierce heiress now. Your worthless life dragging me down? Dream on," Samantha sneered.
She had a point.
"You're a Pierce heiress—why cling to a lowlife like Nathan?"
"What's that supposed to mean?!”
Nathan lunged to hit me.
"Guessing—because he's my husband?"
She'd always wanted what was mine—the locket from our childhood, my husband, and now my family.
"So what? You're too dumb to keep what's yours," Samantha taunted.
Whether to make me a" knowing ghost" or because she'd snapped, she spilled everything.
My childhood deafness? Her doing. She pushed me into the water, not the other way around.Dr.Natalie Quinn saved me.
I was feverish for three days, losing that memory. I vaguely recalled Samantha on the shore, assuming she was my savior.
"That locket, Emily—I owe you. Without it, I wouldn't be an heiress!"
"So I'm the Pierce daughter?"
I turned to Nathan." You know?! You'd rather be a fake heiress's sidepiece to climb the ladder than a real heiress's husband?"
Nathan wavered, but Samantha grabbed him.
"What's the point now? She knows you're gonna kill her. Think she'll forgive you if you join the Pierces? You're stuck with me."
That's how she trapped him.
"Nathan, my baby's not born yet. Kill me now, and that policy's useless," I said.
"No worries. Forgot to mention—I legally changed my name to Nathan Harper before you signed," Samantha sneered.
I knew people could be shameless, but not this shameless.
"So I'm dead no matter what?"
"Murder's illegal. We'd never," Samantha mocked.
"My wife's just unwell. Pregnancy hormones triggered a genetic disorder—she's lost her mind..."
Same old script—back to the psych ward.
"No way out? After all our years together, I have to die?"
"Sammy, let me go.I'll leave town. Your'family'? I don't care."
"Nathan, I'm carrying your child! Even a tiger spares its cub—you'd kill yours?"
I gave them one last chance.
They didn't take it.
As they forced a pill toward my mouth, Daniel burst in with police.
…
"Evidence solid enough?"
Samantha and Nathan gaped at me and Daniel, clueless until the end.
"You really thought I did nothing after getting my hearing back? This house is full of cameras. Your kidnapping? It's live - streamed online. Congratulations—you're famous."
"Emily,she forced me!" Nathan pleaded.
"Emily, think of the baby "
I laughed at his groveling." Our baby? Nathan Harper?"
"You said it—you're Nathan Harper now.I've got no baby."
The home videos, plus their villa footage, nailed them.
Attempted murder charges were serious, but with the Pierce family's influence, they'd face the maximum sentence.
I offered them one last choice:" Admit you're mentally ill, or get extra prison time?"
Survival instincts kicked in—they both picked the psych ward.
Perfect. How else would they relive my past life's suffering?
…
Six months later, Samantha lost her mind for real in the ward. Nathan didn't last long, dying three months earlier.
As for me, a new life awaited.
