“Miss Hamilton, are you certain about staging your own death as a car accident on the fourteenth of this month?” Novel – Wanda hesitated briefly, but the image of the father and son laughing with another woman stiffened her resolution.
So, she nodded resolutely. “I have one more request,” she added. “The fake version of me must die in front of Eric. Ideally, it should be him who hits me with his car.
” If she couldn’t have Eric’s undivided love, she would ensure that he spent the rest of his life consumed by unrelenting regret. “That request …,” the voice on the other end of the phone hesitated. “Money is not an issue,” Wanda interjected.
Then after she hung up the phone, she glanced at the family photo nearby. The three of them were beaming with joy. Her gaze softened with nostalgia. She still remembered he day he proposed, how Eric had been so nervous that he could barely speak.
On the day of their wedding, he had been so overcome with emotion that he wept in front of thousands of guests. When their son was born, he had lovingly wiped the sweat from her brow. He told her that one child was enough.