Fake ApocalypseMy Husband Killed Me for His Lover

On the tenth day of the zombie apocalypse, a pack of zombies tackled me and started biting me. I thought I would die after the filming. Then I heard the director's clapping. "Cut! Good take! Extras. take a break! " The door of the safe house opened behind me. My husband, Adrian, walked out. "Ha ha, Adrian, that was brilliant. She actually believed the world was ending. " "Who told her to force you out of the industry? " "I just wanted her to feel despair and learn a lesson. " Tears mixed with the blood from my mouth. They didn't know I was terrified of pain. So before I decided to walk out of the safe house, I had already drunk cyanide. When I regained consciousness, I was floating lightly in the air. I looked down. The zombies took off their masks, sweating and passing bottled water, chatting happily. "Mr. Adrian paid really well. Of course, to make Miss Lusa happy, Mr. Adrian rented the entire film studio. " So there had been no zombie virus outbreak. No survival of the end of the world. This half month of survival was all a show my husband put on, to get back at me for his first love. I looked at my body on the ground, because i had drunk cyanide. Dried white foam still clung to the corners of my mouth. Enough acting, the director called cut. Why aren't you getting up? Overacting. I didn't move. Lucy clung to his arm and leaned in with a coquettish smile. Adrian, Grace's acting is really good. She's probably too embarrassed to get up. Yes. The part where she left you the last cookie and walk her death almost made me cry.

She's so good at pretending, just trying to get my attention behind my back. She texted the director to make you fail your audition. That kind of selfish woman deserves a punishment. Oh, I wasn't that angry anyway. If she won't get up, let her lie there and reflect. When she admits her mistake, she can come home. I wanted to scream to confront him, but i was already a ghost, an invisible force pulled me and suddenly i was inside adrian's maybach lucy sat in the passenger. seat adrian. I'm starting filming tomorrow. The director needs a location. Pick whatever you want. Any property under the company is yours. Adrian, you're so good. Grace is so ungrateful, always fighting with you. Adrian, what if something happens to grace, grace leaving her alone there? The studio is full of security. What could happen? I've spoiled her too much. She can't take any hardship. but she spit out so much blood. Just a blood pack, you know her, she'll do anything for attention. Adrian stepped on the gas. Don't worry about her. She'll come crawling back in three days. I floated in the back seat. Adrian, i can never come to you again in this life.

One by one, the lights in the film studio went out. The once terrifying zombie siege set looked even more desolate in the dark. I floated back to my corpse and watched a cleaning crew arrive. Hey, there's someone here. Hey, wake up. The crew has left. Go back to the lounge to sleep. I didn't respond. The cleaner sensed something wrong and nervously touched my neck. The cleaner scrambled away. Soon, red and blue lights from police cars and ambulances lit up the room. Doctors put me on a stretcher, checked my pupils. There's no breath left, the body is stiff. When the police collected evidence, they found a small empty bottle in my clenched fist. Cyanide, where did deceased buy their forbidden drug? Maybe suicide. Check her identity contact the. family at the jones family. Villa adrian had just finished showering and walked out in a towel. His phone lit up with a blocked spam message notification. Adrian go blow your hair first. I'll check it for you. Lucy's hand shook violently grace really died. Her eyes showed shock then barely concealed joy. The position of mrs. Jones was hers now thinking of adrian's billions. Lucy immediately deleted the message. Is that a text from grace apologizing? No, just an ad. Adrian, let me dry your hair for you. No, you rest. I have to go to the office. Stay here for the next two days. I won't be back. Tell me when you find your locations, i'll have the crew restore the set. Otherwise, that crazy grace will make a scene again. I'll see you in a few days. I floated on the ceiling, watching it all. I always knew lucy was evil, but adrian, you could so casually lend out the home i decorated with my own hands, and still call me crazy. I exhaled deeply. Luckily, ghosts have fewer emotions.

Three full days have passed. I didn't contact anyone his face dark enough to drip water. The ashtray is stuffed with cigarette butts. The butler came over carrying breakfast. Sir, please eat something. Adrian knocked over the milk glass with a slap. Where's grace? Still not back. No. Madame hasn't been in touch. Maybe you could call her. sir. Me call her? She's dreaming. Go, throw away all her slippers and all her clothes in the closet. Burn them. Let's see how long she can stay stubborn. The butler didn't dare disobey. She walked to the balcony and saw the agave plant I had raised for five years. It was the one Adrian gave me when he proposed. He said, "Lucy, agave rarely blooms, just like meeting you. As long as this plant lives, we will never separate. " Later, he changed his heart, but the plant grew better and better. Should I throw this away, too? Throw it. Everything she touched, get it out of my sight and eyesore. The pot smashed on the cement ground of the yard, splitting apart, dirt scattered everywhere. I floated in midair, watching that plant. Just then, the front door opened. Lucy walked in wearing a white trench coat. I looked closely. That was the coat Adrian had flown to Paris to custom make for me on our first anniversary. Only one in the world. I never dared to wear it. Always hanging deep in the closet. She had dug it out and taken it to the waist. Coat lucy immediately clung to his arm and wh. ined adrian. I have an important press conference today. I borrowed grace's coat to wear. She won't be mad. Will she a flicker of complexity in his eyes? It's just clothes. She has plenty one less won't matter. Thank you. Adrian lucy's eyes glanced at an old wooden box in the corner. Oh, what's this old box doing here? Lucy deliberately stuck out her high heel and kicked the box hard. I rushed over trying to catch them. Lucy stepped on the necklace, breaking it. My fingers grasped nothing. Inside was my mother's only keepsake to me, a pearl necklace. My mother's last gift to me. Adrian glanced at the pearls on the ground. Butler. sweep this trash out. The butler knelt, picking up pearls. Soon. These are madam's mother's keepsakes. If madam comes back and sees, who told her not to come home all these days? Throw it all in the outside trash can. Tell her if she doesn't come back soon. Die out there, and don't ever come back. My soul crouched beside the broken pieces, watching the butler sweep them into the trash can with tears in her eyes.