Chapter 5
As the words fell, the entire press conference fell silent.
Bruce’s breath hitched; he didn’t immediately grasp his assistant’s words.
He roared urgently:
“What did you say?
Speak louder! Say it again!”
“Where did the police say Mrs. Campbell went?
What balcony!
I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Linda below the stage wiped off her smug smile, hurried up, and tugged Bruce’s arm gently:
“Bruce, don’t get worked up. So many reporters are watching. Announce it first–after this, I’ll help you find Betty, okay?”
Linda felt certain she could soothe Bruce, her face full of expectation.
But the man still stared at the assistant with bloodshot eyes, his voice hellishly grim.
“Repeat what you just said!”
The assistant turned ghostly pale, lacking courage to speak.
After a long pause, he stammered:
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“It… it was the police station calling. Said a woman just jumped from the company balcony… died instantly!”
“Their initial assessment… suspects the deceased is… Mrs. Campbell…”
This time,
Bruce heard clearly.
The whole venue heard clearly.
But he refused to believe the bloody truth before him.
Choosing self–deception instead.
Bruce lunged like a sharp sword, grabbing the assistant’s shoulders and shaking him:
“Impossible! Mrs. Campbell promised me these rumors would vanish after the press conference! Why would she jump?”
“Countless women look alike–how can they ID her so fast? The police messed up! It can’t be Betty!”
Bruce’s face darkened murderously, his aura exploding.
Yet anyone listening closely heard the unshakeable CEO’s voice trembling uncontrollably.
Maybe even he didn’t realize: I’m just a tool he married.
So why panic at my accident?
Now he’d lost all self-control.
The assistant trembled too, hastily pulling up the police surveillance video.
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“Bruce… Bruce, I swear I’m not lying!
Here’s their footage…”
“I watched it… that woman… should be Mrs. Campbell…”
Hands shaking, he passed the phone to Bruce.
The man snatched it, eyes glued to the screen.
There on the familiar balcony–stood a woman.
One glance,
Bruce recognized her.
That achingly familiar silhouette.
Despair etched across her face.
Next second—a sickening “thud“—
she plunged 28 stories down, body shattered.
Bruce’s device clattered to the floor.
Sudden, crushing helplessness seized him.
Bruce collapsed, strength gone.
Linda clung to his waist, murmuring softly:
“Bruce, don’t panic. Betty will be fine.”
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“Maybe it’s just a prank she pulled to get attention, making you go back and find someone to play along. Let’s start the press conference now, the reporters are all waiting!”
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After the words were spoken, Bruce remained motionless.
Because the person who could always stir his emotions the most,
at this moment, her words had no effect whatsoever.
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The figure leaping from the building in the video seemed etched into Bruce’s mind, making him tremble uncontrollably.
After a long silence, he roared:
“It can’t be… it can’t be…”
“This absolutely isn’t real, it’s not real…”
“Why would perfectly fine Betty commit suicide? We promised we’d return to our peaceful life after this press conference.”
“Someone must be setting me up. Once I reach Betty, the lie will collapse on its own.”
With that, Bruce pulled out his phone to call my number.
But his hands shook so badly he dialed wrong multiple times.
Finally, his assistant took pity and took the phone, finding [Mrs. Campbell] in contacts to dial.
But only endless ringing came from the other end no one answered.
Bruce still refused to give up. He opened Facebook to message me.
Staring at the empty chat history, he realized the text he’d sent last night still hadn’t gotten my reply.
A wave of unease slowly washed over him.
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This isn’t right!
This is so not right!
Because Bruce knew better than anyone: in five years of marriage, I’d always replied instantly to his messages, never missing a single one.
Yet now, twelve full hours later, still no response.
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Forcing down his panic, Bruce typed with trembling fingers: “Betty, are you at the hospital?”
“I’m coming right now. Wait there for me…”
He tapped send–only to see a red exclamation mark the next second.
Bruce couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
I had actually… blocked him.
He frantically tried verifying again and again, but only got cold error symbols.
Bruce struggled to stay calm and called the home landline.
“Karen, Mrs. Campbell’s home, right? Watch her for me–I’m coming home now!”
“Bruce, I haven’t seen Mrs. Campbell. Oh! We just got a delivery addressed to her–hold on.”
Hearing “delivery,” Bruce breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The next second, Karen’s trembling voice came through:
“B–Bruce… M–Mrs. Campbell sent you… a divorce agreement… with her signature already on it!”
