Chapter 1 The Fake Death Plan

Every time my rich husband, Antonio Kaufman, tried a new pose with his secretary, I texted him a number.

He once asked me what it meant, and I joked, "I'm keeping score every time you

lie to me.

"When it hits ten, I'm done with you."

I booked a fake death service while sending number nine to

him.

Soon, the number reached ten. I had a big surprise ready for Antonio.

In this world, love wouldn't happen for no reason.

But hate? That was usually because someone did something

wrong.

"Ms. Parrish, our service isn't a joke. It's for real," the boss of the fake death service said with a straight face.

"You'll disappear completely, no trace online or in real life. You'll be off the grid."

She was a fan of mine, not for my acting, but for my violin playing.

"If you're good with this, please sign here."

PAO

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glanced over the

was some island, and the date was in a week-my third

picked up the pen, and was about

me again, “Ms. Parrish, please think again. Mr. Kaufman loves you so much.

one who

everywhere who thought

I looked up.

eyes landed on the large ad screen of the skyscraper across the

was showing our wedding from

country's biggest internet company, Antonio Kaufman,

was in a white dress, its hem sprinkled with many blue diamonds, twinkling like a river

a fairy

stood at the end of the runway. He was smiling softly and looking at me

wedding cost a

24.12%

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Yeah, 40 million dollars.

dress alone was 15

dearly, and he wanted to give me

playing non- stop for a whole month! He must've thrown much money at it. Every year, the latest luxury brands are delivered straight to your home. And if you had your

loves me this much, I'd be happy to go

I felt bitter inside.

were supposed to be the happiest

couldn't stand the test of time and the allure of

decisively signed my

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