After Her Devoted Husband Faked His Death, the Cold Female CEO Went Ma

Everyone in our social circle knew the truth: I was crazy about Jade Henson. The loyal dog kneeling at the hem of her skirt, desperate for a scrap of affection.

But reality was far colder. While I drank myself into a stomach hemorrhage to secure contracts for the Henson Group, she was out celebrating a new intern's birthday.

That night, something inside me finally snapped. I paid a doctor to forge a terminal stomach cancer diagnosis, faked my death, and vanished abroad.

Jade went insane. She hired countless mystics and mediums, trying to summon my soul, begging to see me just one more time.