Chapter 11
The next morning, I found divorce papers waiting for me at the door.
Garrett had finally signed them.
A few days later, an enormous sum of money–hundreds of millions–suddenly appeared in my account.
Iris came running over, waving her phone in shock. Her eyes were wide as she scrolled through a stream of breaking news headlines:
“Heir to the Morgan Group, Tania, missing for a year, found dead in her brother–in–law’s basement. The scene was gruesome–she suffered a huge wound to the abdomen, her unborn child gone, and traces of other human tissue found in her stomach. Initial reports…”
“Garrett Morgan, CEO of the Morgan Group, turns himself in, fully confessing to the murder of Tania. He also admits to conspiring with Tania to repeatedly slip abortion drugs to his pregnant wife, resulting in multiple miscarriages…”
“In the first trial, Garrett is sentenced to death. His parents have collapsed at home and are being treated at Harmony Health Clinic. Sampson Morgan has formally taken over as chairman of the board, Morgan Group stock is in freefall, and estimated losses are…”
Iris stared at her phone in disbelief, stammering, “Garrett’s lost his mind, hasn’t he?“&
I just stared at the balance in my account, silent for a long time.
In the end, I kept the money and set up a children’s relief foundation. It was my way of doing a little good in the world, hoping maybe my lost children would find kinder homes in their next lives.
The screenplay wrapped up smoothly, and Iris and I both made a small fortune. We celebrated at home with a few glasses of wine.
As the alcohol warmed us, she suddenly asked, “Garrett’s gone. Does it make you sad?”
Through the haze of tipsiness, for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw us–Garrett and I, heads pressed together on the day we got married, both of us so full of hope for the future.
But when I blinked, I realized it was only a drunken illusion.
I shook my head and let out a wry, tipsy laugh. “No use dwelling on the past. It’s better to move on.”
(The End)
