My Husband Faked His Death with My Sister

When I was seven months pregnant, my husband and my sister faked their deaths together. They leaped from a high mountain, leaving no trace behind. Just as I stood there in shock, lines of text suddenly floated before my eyes. "Poor Maria! Reid and Georgia only faked their deaths, but she has to raise the baby and take care of both sets of parents alone. She'll work herself to death before she's even thirty-five." "The child she gives birth to is a bastard too. He acknowledges Georgia as his mother, and doesn't even visit Maria's grave on Memorial Day. Her grave is completely overgrown!" "And she doesn't know—the child she finally conceived after eight IVF attempts is actually Reid and Georgia's!" "Reid was so rich, but Maria didn't inherit a single penny. His parents took everything!" "They even pretended to be paralyzed to make Maria serve them. They never treated Maria like a human being!" Seeing this, my tears stopped flowing as if a floodgate had been closed. The floating text kept appearing before my eyes. "Next comes the tragic part where Maria works alone to support the child while serving two disabled elderly people." "God, I can't bear to watch. After Maria dies, Reid and Georgia will come back." "Reid's parents won't be paralyzed anymore, and Maria's parents won't resent her anymore. The whole family will start a beautiful life raising the child and making money." My mother suddenly shoved me hard. "This is all your fault! If you'd divorced Reid earlier and let Georgia have him, they wouldn't have died!" My father slapped me directly. "All you do is bring disaster to your family!" I stood there stunned, wondering if I was hallucinating from excessive grief. Then more text appeared. "It's bad enough that her in-laws blame her, but even her own parents don't understand." "Georgia and Reid were the ones having an affair and afraid of social judgment, so they staged this whole thing. Now Maria gets blamed for everything." I was shocked for three seconds, but it only took me three minutes to accept this reality. Then I numbly handled Reid and Georgia's funeral arrangements and canceled both their registrations. The moment I finished these tasks, my mother-in-law Ramos called. "Maria, get over here right now! Victor and I are in serious trouble!" I quickly hid the cancellation certificates and rushed to my in-laws' house. When I entered, I found both of them lying in bed. Ramos immediately burst into tears when she saw me. She handed me two diagnosis reports with trembling hands. The word "paralyzed" was particularly glaring. "Maria, Victor and I can't accept the fact that Reid is gone. Our excessive grief has caused us to lose mobility." "From now on, we can only rely on you to take care of us!" At that moment, text started floating crazily before my eyes again. "These two old people are perfectly healthy, but they're pretending to be paralyzed to make Maria serve them." "Maria has to feed them, bathe them, and handle their waste every day, and they curse at her constantly." "Maria faints from exhaustion several times, nearly losing the baby." "It would be better if that bastard child was never born. Otherwise, Maria will have to work three jobs to support him and serve the two old people, and she'll die suddenly while delivering food!" My father-in-law Victor shouted impatiently, "Did you hear what your mother said? Reid died because of you, and now we're like this—you have to take responsibility!" The text kept floating. "Maria, don't feel guilty! It's not your fault! Get an abortion and run!" "Reid still has a company and two villas under his name. After he faked his death, his parents secretly inherited everything and didn't give Maria a single penny!"

Seeing all this, I took a deep breath. "Don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of you!" Victor barked, "Go cook now, and clean the whole house after! Don't even think about ordering takeout—I don't eat takeout!" Ramos chimed in, "After dinner, wipe us down first, then clean the house. Oh, and wash our dirty clothes too." I looked at them coldly. "My stomach doesn't feel well. I need to go to the hospital for a checkup first." Victor panicked. "What could possibly be wrong with you? I think you just don't want to take care of us!" Ramos added, "Maria, if you don't take care of us, I'll livestream this and let the internet drown you in criticism!" "I won't abandon you. I'll come back right after the checkup. You don't want anything to happen to Reid's unborn child, do you?" Without waiting for their response, I left quickly and headed straight to the electronics market to buy two hidden cameras. Text floated wildly. "Oh my God! Has Maria awakened? She's starting to suspect the two old people!" "Maria, hurry home! The property deeds to Reid's two villas are hidden inside the big teddy bear at home! If you don't get them now, the old people will take them!" I rushed home immediately and spotted the human-sized teddy bear in the living room. Reid had given it to me when I first found out I was pregnant. I quickly unzipped the back of the bear, reached inside, and felt around until I finally found two property deeds. My heart was racing after retrieving them. These two villas were in prime locations with excellent square footage—worth over twenty million! "Maria couldn't even pay her son's two-hundred-dollar tuition and cried every day. She couldn't even afford to eat bread and fainted from hunger." "But this scumbag had so much money and didn't leave any for his wife and child. He deserves to die!" "Reid and Georgia are currently in a hot spring hotel abroad taking bubble baths together. They're living it up." I pulled out my phone and called a real estate agent. "Hello, real estate sales? I want to sell property!" Right after listing the two villas with the agency, Ramos called again. "Maria, it's almost dark! Why aren't you back yet!" "Victor and I can't take care of ourselves. Get back here and serve us now." "Okay, I'm coming back now." I returned home with the two hidden cameras. When my in-laws heard me opening the door, they immediately went back to lie in bed. This gave me the opportunity to place a camera in the living room. Victor shouted, "Hurry up and cook! Are you trying to starve us?" I responded quickly and went to the kitchen to prepare food. After cooking, I brought the dishes into their room and struggled greatly to help both of them sit up. Ramos demanded I feed her. I had just brought the spoon to her mouth when she screamed. "Are you trying to burn me?" She swung her hand and knocked the bowl over, spilling food all over my head and face. The floor was covered in soup. I took the opportunity while cleaning up to place the hidden camera in the bedroom as well. Victor put down his fork. "This fried chicken is too greasy!" "And we need six dishes for meals! You're just giving us one roasted chicken to get by. You have no conscience!" Ramos snorted. "Don't feel wronged. Reid died because of you. Everything you're doing now is atonement!" "Hurry up and clean up the dishes, then wash the sheets and clothes, and mop the floor too. There's still so much work to do!"

I obediently replied, "I'll try my best to satisfy you." After they finished eating, I was cleaning in the living room. Suddenly I heard Ramos shout, "Maria, get in here! I need to use the bathroom!" I dropped the mop and ran over immediately, but it was too late. A foul stench filled the bedroom. "Can't you move faster? I already soiled my pants! Clean it up now!" I suppressed my anger and maintained my patience. "I'm sorry. I'm already seven months pregnant, so I can't move as fast as a normal person. I rushed over as quickly as I could." "So now you're blaming me for not being able to hold it in!" She grabbed the water glass from the nightstand and threw it at me hard. The glass hit my forehead directly. Blood instantly covered my face. "What are you standing there for? Clean it up! A little cut on your head won't kill you!" I swallowed my anger and cleaned up despite the extreme nausea. Victor shouted from the room, "Hand-wash Ramos's pants and sheets. Don't use the washing machine—it's not sanitary!" By the time I finally finished cleaning up and my butt barely touched the sofa, Ramos said: "What time is it? You should go home now. Victor and I need to rest. Come back early tomorrow!" My in-laws' house had two bedrooms, but they clearly had no intention of letting me stay overnight. I opened the door and left. The floating text appeared before my eyes again. "These two old people deliberately soiled themselves to disgust Maria. It's so late and they still won't let her stay. They're pure torment!" "There are no buses outside now. Maria has to take a taxi to get home." "But Maria chooses to walk home to save money. It takes her two hours to get there." "Later, Maria bought a car to deliver food, but these two deliberately punctured her tires." "Maria was cursed with eight lifetimes of bad luck marrying into their family." "These two old bastards clearly know Reid isn't dead but still deliberately torture Maria. They're not even human! Why don't they just die!" I laughed coldly. You two old bastards, be as arrogant as you want. Everything you're doing now will become a boomerang that stabs you hard! The next morning at four o'clock, Ramos called again. "Are you here yet? Victor and I are waiting for you to handle our bathroom needs. Hurry up. If we can't hold it and soil the bed, don't blame us!" I connected to the surveillance in the old people's house with my phone. Both of them were walking around the living room—not looking paralyzed at all. No choice. For now, I had to keep acting with them. I served my in-laws diligently for a week until finally, that afternoon, I received news that buyers had been found for the villas. Taking advantage of the two old bastards' afternoon nap, I sneaked out to meet the buyers. My asking price was already below market value, so the deal went through smoothly. The moment I received the twenty million in payment, my anxious heart finally settled. In the afternoon, my in-laws called my phone dozens of times. I turned it off directly. When I returned in the evening, I brought someone with me. As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of things being smashed. "Where did you run off to? Why was your phone off? Do you know what kind of afternoon Victor and I had?" Of course I knew. These two had it great—they ate takeout and watched TV. The surveillance recorded everything. "This is Rosa, the live-in caregiver I found for you. From now on, she'll take care of you full-time." Victor immediately objected. "No way! How can an outsider serve us properly? We don't want anyone else—we want you!"

Ramos cried, "Maria, Reid died because of you. Are you trying to abandon us now?" "You have no conscience! How did the Charles family end up with a bitch like you!" "These past few days caring for you have made my heart feel uncomfortable. If you insist I take care of you, I'll have to abort the baby." Victor was relentless. "Nonsense! Back in our day, every pregnant woman worked in the fields with a belly, and nothing happened to their babies!" "I think you just don't want to serve us and you're making excuses!" "Right! You're seven months along—the fetus must be stable by now!" "No matter what you say, this child is Reid's unborn baby and my life. I have to protect him." I turned and left without looking back, no matter how much they shouted. That evening, the full-time caregiver I hired called me. "Miss Maria, your in-laws are forcing me to leave. They say if I don't go, they'll bite their tongues off." "Don't worry, they won't actually die. Do your job well. If they give you trouble, just bear with it. I'll pay you triple." These two old bastards were desperate to drive away the caregiver because with her there, they'd have to keep pretending to be paralyzed. If I was taking care of them, after I left at night, they could still get up and move around. Now, let them just lie there. Next, I had very important things to do. First, I went to the hospital and aborted the baby in my belly. After recovering for a week, I rushed to the company under Reid's name and, as Reid's wife, convened a board meeting. "Distinguished shareholders, I am Maria, Reid's legal wife. I will inherit all of his shares." "I majored in finance at Harvard. I'm confident I can work pleasantly with all of you in the future." Reid's confidant immediately objected. "As far as I know, Mr. Reid still has parents. How can you inherit all of his equity?" I produced my in-laws' paralysis certificates. "My in-laws have lost full capacity for conduct. If the company is handed to them, how can it continue operating?" "Moreover, I'm a Harvard graduate with honors, while my in-laws only have middle school education. It's quite clear who should inherit the company." The confidant still objected. "What do you mean they've lost capacity? That's just your side of the story!" I directly projected the surveillance footage from home onto the screen. In the video, I was serving the two disabled elderly people attentively and conscientiously. The confidant's face turned green. In the end, I gained support from more than half the shareholders and obtained all of Reid's shares. Then I ran to every bank to check if there were any other bank cards under his name. Whenever I found one, I presented the death certificate and marriage certificate, transferred all the money in his cards to my account, then canceled his cards. After completing this entire process, my account had gained another thirty million. Thinking about Reid abroad trying to make a purchase only to discover his cards had been canceled—the look of shock on his face—I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Reid was living it up abroad with Georgia, spending money lavishly. Now they had no money at all. They definitely couldn't stay there. These two people would be coming back soon. After doing all this, I went home to see my parents. Since Reid and Georgia faked their deaths, I hadn't been home. Mom and Dad hated me for causing Georgia's death, not knowing I was the one who suffered most. Dad opened the door, saw me, and immediately snorted. "What are you doing here? Your mother and I don't want to see you!"

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