Chapter 5
Stephen returned to the villa to find the door wide open.
I, who should’ve been bedridden with a leg injury, was nowhere to be seen.
For some reason, a sudden unease gripped him.
He searched upstairs and downstairs, calling my name repeatedly with no response.
Mila pouted, “Daddy, call Mom… call her.”
Terrified by my abrupt disappearance, tears welled in her eyes.
But my phone had long frozen and shut down.
Seeing Stephen frown as he lowered his phone, Dorothy smiled faintly.
“Stephen, Mila, don’t worry.”
“I saw Michelle getting cozy with a ski instructor yesterday. They probably went out together today.”
A vein throbbed at Stephen’s temple as he hurled his phone to the floor.
“Worry about her?
That shameless woman!”
“Even with a broken leg she chases after men. Bet she was faking it.”
“If I care about her again, I’m a fool!”
Mila sniffled angrily, “She abandoned us again!”
Bound by obsession near her, I tasted only bitterness.
I longed to touch her face, to whisper I’d never abandoned them.
But my hands passed uselessly through her form.
That night, Mila burned with fever.
Stephen summoned a doctor whose injection reduced the fever.
Yet she kept deliriously murmuring.
“Mommy, I’m freezing. Want your Herbal Ginger Brew.”
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“Mommy, don’t leave me and Daddy.”
Sweat beaded her forehead. My tears fell as untouchable hands tried wiping it away.
Dorothy sat far off, fearing contagion, unwilling even to take Mila’s temperature.
Stephen decided to fly home by private jet but hesitated over my whereabouts.
As he seemed about to send searchers, Dorothy urgently stopped him: “Stephen, Michelle’s probably off enjoying her- self like during your organ transplant surgery.”
“Let’s not disturb her. Getting Mila home matters most.”
Her words reignited Stephen’s resentment toward me.
Without another thought, he threw my luggage outside and left Switzerland with Mila.
Had he sent bodyguards then, they might’ve found my frozen corpse.
In the first days home, Mila occasionally asked about me.
Dorothy repeatedly told her: “Your mom abandoned you. She ran off with another man.”
Fifteen days after my death, Stephen smashed our wedding photos.
He burned our albums and memory–filled paintings.
Dorothy soothed him: “Michelle grew tired of you, but to me, you and Mila are family.”
“I’ll stay and care for you both.”
Stephen moved, pulled her into an embrace.
That night, he spent millions on fireworks to delight Dorothy.
One month after my death, Swiss police called Stephen.
The frozen corpse carried no ID, facial tissues fused with the ice beyond recognition.
A full month passed before my identity emerged.
A Chinese–speaking officer delivered the news.
“Mr. Davis, we regret to inform you your wife’s body was found beneath the ice.”
“Could you arrange her repatriation?”
Stephen froze for a second, then snorted coldly.
“Where did this scammer come from?
Daring to show up at my doorstep.”
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“Did Michelle hire you to put on this act? Afraid I’d blame her for running off?”
“Tell her this: even if she’s chopped into eighteen pieces, I won’t shed a single tear. Not even if she’s dead! I won’t go looking for her!”
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