My husband left me to die in our penthouse while he was on a 74-day holiday touring Europe.

“It’s time.”

He didn’t move.

“My medication.”

“My water.”

“The blue vial…”

He crossed his arms.

“You know, Seraphina…”

“You’re always missing something.”

Her voice betrayed no worry.

Just annoyance.

I blinked slowly.

“I’ll die without it.”

Clarice clicked her tongue.

“We know that.”

Silence.

I stared at them one after the other.

None of them moved.

Instead…

Geneviève smiled.

“You really chose the worst possible time to get sick.”

I frowned.

” What ? ”

“Our trip to Europe.”

She shrugged emphatically.

“Seventy-four days.” Holidays& Seasonal Events

“The Italian coast.”

« Paris. »

“The Swiss Alps.”

“You’re not seriously going to ask us to cancel all these reservations!”

Just a moment…

I sincerely believed they were joking.

” You… ”

“Are you leaving?”

Clarice answered first.

“Life doesn’t stop because someone is sick.”

My fingers tightened on the blanket.

” That… ”
I glanced around the room.

“The penthouse.” ResidentialRentals

“The holidays.”

“The cars.”

“Jewelry.”

“My company paid for everything.”

Clarice a ri.

“Your company?”

She exchanged an amused glance with her children.

” My darling. ”

“If you disappear tomorrow…”

“No one will remember your name.”

These words pierced me more deeply than the illness.

Because they had no idea.

None.

None of them knew who actually controlled Whitmore Biotech.

Years ago…

My lawyer had convinced me never to place the property directly under my public identity.

Everything – every share, every majority vote, every contingency succession clause – had been transferred into a separate trust.

Only two people knew about the structure.

My lawyer.

And me.

Not even my husband. Marriage

Definitely not my husband.

He believed that marriage automatically entitled him to everything.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

The medication alarm sounded again.

A gentle electronic reminder.

11 h 05.

A sharp, stabbing pain pierced my muscles.

“Please,” I whispered.

“I don’t have much time left.”

For half a second…

I thought I saw a hesitation.

Then she disappeared.

Thaddius headed towards the hairdresser.

An immense sense of relief washed over me.

Finally.

He understood.

Instead…

He took the blue bottle of medicine.

He turned it over thoughtfully.

He looked me straight in the eyes.