Chapter 3

He's such a master of deception!

He wasn't texting me because he loved me! He was afraid I'd expose his true colors.

After all, he was now an influencer with millions of followers on Instagram. His ad revenue alone was at least a hundred thousand dollars a month.

I texted Liam back.

"I can divorce you and make things official between you and Chloe. I only have one condition. revoke my death certificate and restore my identity."

Liam quickly replied.

"Actually, you don't need to restore your identity at all. Just stay home and relax; I'll give you money every month, and you won't have to work hard like before."

After seeing that message, I gripped my phone tighter.

Liam was still trying to deceive me with sweet talk!

I once believed he was just poor but fundamentally good.

But maybe, from the very beginning, he was just pretending.

Ten years ago, he didn't have any leverage with me.

But now that he had money, he seemed to have no problem revealing his true nature.

I looked up his company's address online and couldn't help but go to confront him.

A security guard immediately blocked me.

"Hold it. What do you want?"

"I'm here to see Liam Hayes."

The security guard scrutinized me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my soaking hospital gown.

"Tsk, you're here for Mr. Hayes? Who are you? You can't go in without an appointment."

"I'm his ex-wife."

As I said that, I didn't even have confidence in my own words. I knew the guard wouldn't believe me.

Sure enough, the next second, the guard snorted with laughter and pulled out his walkie-talkie.

"Send more people. There's a crazy woman who escaped from a mental asylum at the entrance."

A few guards roughly escorted me out and dumped me outside the entrance.

"You crazy woman, don't come back! Everyone in the company knows Mr. Hayes's wife is Ms. Miller. Mr. Hayes's ex-wife is dead!"

The judging eyes of the bystanders fell on me. Many recognized me.

"Isn't that the woman from last night's news?"

"Who?"

"The one who ran to Liam Hayes's house like a madwoman, insisting she was his wife."

"Look, she's still wearing a hospital gown. She must be mentally unstable."

Listening to these words, my face went completely white.

Why was it so hard to even prove I wasn't dead?

"Why are you here again?"

Liam walked up to me, frowning.

The people around him also asked in confusion.

"Mr. Hayes, who is she?"

"Just a crazy woman who insists she's my deceased wife and even had plastic surgery to look like her." Liam sighed, putting on a pained expression.

"Everyone, please don't yell at her. I believe she's not doing this on purpose. She might really be experiencing a psychological disorder. How about this, I'll take you to see a therapist. Consider it charity work in memory of my deceased wife."

The surrounding onlookers immediately praised him.

"Mr. Hayes is such a good person; he's even willing to help a scammer."

"Exactly! That's why he's such a big influencer!"

Liam approached me and extended his hand.

What a brilliant move!

If I took his hand, it would be an admission that I was mentally unstable and impersonating his deceased wife.

No one would believe me if I ever said I wasn't dead.

I stood up and spit right at Liam.

"Want me to give up my identity? Dream on!"