“Did you find the body double I requested for my fake death?” Victoria Allen asked softly, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and gazing at the darkening sky outside. The funeral home staff gave an affirmative response on the other end of the line. “Ms. Allen, please rest assured. We have everything prepared.” After hanging up, Victoria’s gaze fell on the silver-framed photo on the table. In the picture, she was embraced by her husband Jonathan Green and daughter Layla Green, all three faces radiating happiness. Jonathan tenderly kissed her left cheek, while Layla stood on tiptoes to kiss her right cheek. That moment was heartbreakingly beautiful. No one knew how many dirty truths were hidden behind this seemingly perfect family. Ten years ago, Victoria, daughter of the growing Allen family, met Jonathan, the heir to Green Group who had just returned from abroad. They spent ten years getting to know each other, falling in love, and walking down the aisle. During these ten years, Jonathan adored Victoria immensely. Whenever she set her eyes on something, those luxury cars, jewelry, and designer items would appear in their home the very next day. Every evening at seven, he would arrive home punctually and give her a gentle goodnight kiss. Even during business engagements, Jonathan always mentioned Victoria’s name. When she had complications giving birth to Layla, he rushed to the hospital and got into a car accident. Victoria, despite her weakened postpartum state, broke down crying uncontrollably outside the operating room, trembling as she signed the critical condition notice. She told everyone that if anything happened to Jonathan, she would die with him. Jonathan was in a coma for three days before waking up to find her holding his hand by the hospital bed. Victoria said, “Jonathan, if anything happens to you, I don’t want the baby anymore. I just want to be with you.” To take care of Jonathan, Victoria canceled all her work commitments and stayed by his side all day. Under Victoria’s guidance, Layla grew into the most thoughtful and adorable girl. Every day after school, the first thing Layla did was rush into Victoria’s arms and tell her about the interesting things that happened in kindergarten. Before bedtime, the family would cuddle together and listen to Victoria tell bedtime stories. Jonathan brought her a fresh bouquet of roses every day, and Layla, learning from him, would bring her a small flower daily. But they betrayed her in their fifth year of marriage. Behind Victoria’s back, Jonathan was having an affair with his female secretary, Stella Reed, and Layla knew about it. Not only that, Jonathan bought Stella a villa in Cloudia Villas. Both their names were on the property deed, and they spent almost every day together. Whenever Layla visited Stella, she would bring carefully prepared gifts and sweetly say, “Ms. Reed, you’re the best.” On countless nights, Jonathan and Layla would sneak out to be with Stella while Victoria was sound asleep. All those earlier vows had turned to nothing. When Victoria discovered the truth about everything, her heart had already died. She no longer wanted Jonathan and Layla. Wiping away the tears on her face, Victoria flipped the photo frame face down on the table, then turned and walked to the closet to pack her luggage. She gathered all the gifts Jonathan and Layla had given her over the years, filling two large suitcases. After Victoria finished packing everything, the spacious villa suddenly felt empty, just like her five-year marriage—full of wounds beneath its glamorous exterior. She moved the suitcases to the entrance, where the courier arrived right on time. Victoria forwarded Stella’s address to the courier. “Please deliver these items to this address in two weeks. Also, please relay a message for me—tell her I’m giving her all these things, including my husband and my daughter.” “Victoria, what are you saying?” A familiar voice came from behind just as Victoria finished speaking. She immediately turned around to see Jonathan and Layla standing at the door, each holding a bouquet of blooming flowers. “Mommy.” Layla ran over and handed her flower bouquet to Victoria. “What are you doing?” Watching the delivery man walk away, Victoria said softly, “Nothing. Just getting rid of some things I don’t need anymore.” At that moment, Jonathan walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and planted a kiss on her cheek. He placed the roses in her hands, his voice tinged with apology. “I’m sorry, honey. I got held up with something unexpected today, which is why I kept you waiting so long.” Victoria thought to herself, “Was that unexpected thing accompanying Stella to check on the renovation progress of the beach house?” She smiled bitterly, staring at the roses in her hand for a long while before saying flatly, “Work comes first. I understand. Let’s go inside.” As soon as Jonathan and Layla entered the house, they were shocked by what they saw—the spacious mansion had become quite empty, with all the Christmas gifts they had given Victoria now gone. Jonathan asked anxiously, “Victoria, where are all the things we gave you?” Layla was also frightened, clutching Victoria’s clothes tightly. “Mommy, did you throw away all our gifts?” Victoria gently freed herself from Layla’s grip and sat down on the sofa. “No. I just had the delivery man send them to people who need them more.” For many Christmases, she had made it a habit to regularly sort through household items and donate them to orphanages. Hearing this explanation, Jonathan visibly relaxed. He walked over, sat beside her, and looked at her adoringly. “That’s wonderful of you. Now I can buy you new things.” Layla climbed onto the sofa and threw herself into Victoria’s arms. “Mommy, you’re so kind. I love you the most.” Victoria laughed coldly inside, thinking, “Kind?” The wall clock struck six. Jonathan carried the last plate from the kitchen and placed it on the table. Although they had several servants, Jonathan always insisted on doing things for Victoria himself. Layla led Victoria to the dining table by the hand, thoughtfully pulling out a chair for her. Jonathan sat across from her, constantly showing his concern. “Victoria, you should eat more of the thyme honey. It’s good for your health.” “Yes, Mommy, you’re too thin. You really need to eat more,” Layla chimed in. Looking at the food on her plate, Victoria felt no appetite whatsoever. She looked up at Jonathan sitting across from her. At that moment, he was listening attentively to Layla, occasionally adding a comment or two. Victoria suddenly found it all incredibly ironic. These warm scenes and casual conversations must have been rehearsed in front of Stella before they came back. Why did they need to perform it again for her? Night fell, and only a warm yellow bedside lamp illuminated the bedroom. The three of them lay in one bed. Jonathan had his arm around Victoria’s waist, while Layla imitated him by hugging her arm. Both Jonathan and Layla insisted on sleeping with Victoria. “Dad, you’re so old. Why do you still need to sleep with my mom?” Layla said, pretending to be mature. “What are you talking about? Victoria is my wife, so of course I should sleep with her. You’re growing up now. Why do you still need to sleep with your mom?” Jonathan countered. As Jonathan and Layla continued arguing, ready to ask Victoria to make a decision for them, they found she seemed to have fallen asleep. Just then, Jonathan’s phone on the nightstand suddenly vibrated, and a video call notification popped up on the screen. When Jonathan saw that the caller was Stella, he froze momentarily. He glanced at the unresponsive Victoria, then quietly got out of bed. Layla followed him out. Outside the room, Jonathan turned the phone volume to its lowest setting before answering the video call. Stella’s sweet voice came through immediately. “Jonathan, Layla, why did it take you so long to answer? I miss you both so much. I’m all alone in this big house. I feel so lonely. Can you come back and keep me company?” Jonathan glanced back at the bedroom door and softly reassured her, “It’s so late now. I’ll bring Layla over to see you tomorrow.” But Stella shook her head and said, “I know that in your hearts, Mrs. Allen will always come first. I’ve never asked for much, just for you to spare me a little attention occasionally. Is that too much to ask?” Hearing Stella’s tearful voice, Layla quickly tugged at Jonathan’s sleeve. “Daddy, let’s go. I miss Ms. Reed. Please, Daddy?” After the combined pleas from Stella and Layla, Jonathan finally agreed. He crouched down and made a “shh” gesture to Layla, then said, “Let’s go quietly so we don’t wake your mom.” In the bedroom, Victoria lay with her eyes open, tears silently streaming down her face, soaking her pillow. She remained motionless, listening to Jonathan and Layla’s footsteps gradually fading away until they disappeared completely. Jonathan and Layla hadn’t returned all night. Victoria pushed open the master bedroom door to find only the morning light silently streaming into the empty living room. Her phone vibrated. She opened the screen to see a message from Jonathan: [Honey, I had to meet an important client unexpectedly, so I took Layla to school first. I’ve asked the housekeeper to prepare breakfast for you.] Looking at his clumsy lie, Victoria replied: [Okay.] Then, she put on her coat and left. She didn’t want to continue playing along with their charade, as she had more important matters to attend to. Victoria instructed her driver to take her directly to Spring Cemetery in the suburbs. Caleb Bell, the administration office worker, was organizing files when she walked in. Seeing her, he quickly stood up. “How may I help you?” “I’d like to reserve a burial plot,” Victoria said softly, yet with undeniable determination. Caleb took out a registration book and said, “Of course. May I ask which family member you’re making arrangements for?” Victoria answered, “For myself.” His typing fingers paused as Caleb looked up at her in surprise. Victoria wore a Chanel suit, her makeup flawless, exuding elegance and nobility—she didn’t look like someone who would be reserving a burial plot for herself. Caleb said, “Ms. Allen, you…” “On October twenty-second, I’ll have my remains delivered here,” she interrupted him, her voice still calm. Caleb was even more shocked. “You’ve even set the date already?” Victoria said, “Yes. When the time comes, don’t notify anyone. I’ll pay an additional fee for you to scatter my ashes on this mountain.” She wanted to disappear completely from this world, leaving no trace for Jonathan and Layla. After paying the deposit, she prepared to leave, but at the entrance, she witnessed an unexpected scene. Jonathan was holding Stella in his arms, standing under a cherry blossom tree nearby. Stella was crying softly in Jonathan’s embrace, while Layla was wiping Stella’s tears with a handkerchief. The three of them looked incredibly close, like a family—until Victoria suddenly appeared. Victoria said, “What a coincidence.” Hearing her voice, the three of them froze instantly. Stella hurriedly pulled away from Jonathan’s embrace, while Layla instinctively hid behind Jonathan. Victoria walked over slowly and looked at Jonathan. “Didn’t you say you had an important client to meet?” Then, she looked down at Layla. “Do you have a day off today?” Jonathan quickly stepped forward, his tone filled with panic. “Victoria, please let me explain. Stella’s mother passed away. We were passing by and saw her crying alone here, so…” Stella hastily added, “Ms. Allen, I’m sorry. I was too upset and delayed Mr. Green’s work.” Layla tugged at Victoria’s coat, whispering, “Mom, Ms. Reed is so sad. We came to comfort her.” Just then, a uniformed staff member approached them. “Ms. Reed, your mother’s ashes have been properly placed. Please come with me to sign the paperwork.” Victoria let out a cold laugh and asked, “So it was your mother who passed away?” Stella’s face turned pale as she looked helplessly toward Jonathan. Jonathan quickly explained, “Victoria, it’s too difficult for Stella to handle these matters alone.” “Yes, it is quite difficult to be alone,” Victoria said meaningfully, giving the three of them a pointed look. The staff member was still waiting, so Stella had to follow him to complete the paperwork, with Jonathan and Layla following behind. After taking a few steps, Jonathan seemed to suddenly remember something. “Victoria, why are you here?” Victoria said coldly, “What could I be doing? I’m at a cemetery, obviously taking care of some final arrangements.”
Jonathan didn’t hear Victoria’s words. After finishing their business, Jonathan and Victoria returned home together. That evening, Jonathan took Victoria’s hand in a placating manner. “Honey, I’ve made reservations at your favorite restaurant. I remember how much you love their steak.” With that, Jonathan called for the driver. In the car, Jonathan talked non-stop, but never once mentioned what had happened at the cemetery earlier that day. Victoria didn’t want to engage with him. Suddenly, Jonathan’s phone rang. As soon as he answered, his voice immediately softened, with a smile in his tone. Victoria didn’t need to guess—she knew it was Stella calling. “We’ve arrived, Mrs. Green,” the driver’s voice broke the awkward moment. After entering the restaurant, the waiter led them to a window-side table. Layla excitedly grabbed Victoria’s hand. “Mom, the view here is beautiful.” Jonathan thoughtfully pulled out a chair for Victoria, then carefully placed the napkin on her lap. These gestures once touched Victoria deeply. Now, she found them ironic. Jonathan asked tenderly, “What would you like to eat today?” Just as Victoria was about to answer, an unexpected figure appeared at the restaurant entrance. Stella walked in gracefully. Upon seeing them, she displayed obvious surprise. “What a coincidence,” Stella smiled as she approached and said, “I’m meeting a friend here for dinner.” Jonathan’s expression momentarily stiffened before quickly returning to normal as he smiled and said, “It really is a coincidence. Why don’t we eat together?” Victoria watched as Layla excitedly said, “Ms. Reed, please join us for dinner.” Stella pretended to be shy, making a token refusal. But ultimately, she sat down at Layla’s insistence. She chose the seat next to Jonathan, a position that gave Victoria a perfect view of their secret glances. “I remember you love the truffle steak here,” Stella said, looking at the menu. Hearing her words, Victoria slightly tightened her grip on her water glass. This restaurant had only been open for half a year, yet Stella was so familiar with Jonathan’s tastes. As the waiter brought the appetizers, Jonathan’s phone rang again. He glanced at it, then stood up saying, “Sorry. Something’s come up at the company.” While he was out taking the call, Stella suddenly leaned closer to Victoria and lowered her voice, “Ms. Allen, some things aren’t as simple as they appear.” Victoria raised her wine glass and smiled, “Indeed. Ms. Reed, it must be exhausting putting on this act in front of me every day.” Stella’s expression momentarily froze. Then, pretending nothing had happened, she gently attended to Layla. When Jonathan returned, he sensed the atmosphere had changed. He looked at Victoria, then at Stella, his expression hesitant. Layla and Stella were chatting, appearing quite happy. Seeing Jonathan return, Layla suddenly said, “Dad, let’s go skiing with Ms. Reed next week! Just the three of us.” Victoria put down her cutlery and quietly asked, “Three?” Layla suddenly realized her slip and hurriedly tried to explain, “I mean…” “Yes, three,” Victoria stood up. “After all, I’ll be gone soon.” Her words exploded like a bomb at the dinner table. Jonathan’s face instantly turned pale, while Stella’s hands trembled slightly. “Victoria, what do you mean?” Jonathan feigned composure. Victoria didn’t answer. Instead, she picked up her purse, preparing to leave. As she passed by Stella, she paused. “This seat will be yours soon. I hope you enjoy it.” Walking out of the restaurant, she felt the night breeze was a bit chilly. Looking up at the stars in the sky, Victoria let out a cold laugh. Just then, she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Jonathan had followed her out with Layla. “Victoria!” Victoria turned to face Jonathan, her gaze completely calm. “What is it? Do you want to continue this charade?” Jonathan pretended to be composed. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” “You don’t understand?” Victoria questioned. Stella had also followed them out and explained meaningfully, “Mrs. Green, I think you must have misunderstood something.” Suddenly, the high beams from a truck in the distance shone toward them. In the blinding light, Victoria stood frozen, unable to dodge in time. The out-of-control truck sped toward them, with the screeching sound of brakes. “Stella, watch out!” Jonathan and Layla shouted simultaneously as they lunged toward Stella. Victoria lay in a pool of blood. Watching this scene, she gave a bitter smile. The smell of disinfectant lingered around Victoria’s nose. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the white ceiling. “Ms. Allen is awake!” A nurse excitedly put down her medical chart and quickly walked to the bedside. “You gave us quite a scare.” While checking Victoria’s vital signs, the nurse said, “Mr. Green and Ms. Layla Green have been extremely worried these past few days, staying at the hospital daily. We finally convinced them to go rest today, and surprisingly, you woke up.” Smiling, she took out her phone and continued, “You know what? What they’ve done these past few days has touched many people. They specifically went to a church in the suburbs and prayed for you for an entire day.” She opened a video and handed the phone to Victoria. In the footage, Jonathan and Layla were praying devoutly. Layla’s skirt and Jonathan’s suit were wrinkled all over. The nurse continued, “Their sincerity moved the priest. He specially organized a prayer service for you. This video has become very popular online. Everyone says you’re lucky to have such a loving husband and daughter.” Looking at Jonathan and Layla’s devout appearance in the video, Victoria let out a cold laugh. She thought to herself, “How ironic. They’re such good actors.” Images from the night of the car accident flashed before Victoria’s eyes. She remembered how they had unhesitatingly lunged toward Stella. “Ms. Allen, your injuries are healing well,” the nurse continued, “however, the impact from the accident caused a mild concussion, which might result in some memory confusion.” Just then, the door to the hospital room suddenly opened. “Mom!” Layla rushed in, followed by a hurried Jonathan. “Victoria, you’re finally awake.” Jonathan tried to hold Victoria’s hand, his eyes red-rimmed. But Victoria pulled her hand back as if shocked. “You can stop pretending now.” “Victoria, what do you mean?” Jonathan was stunned. “I said, you can stop pretending.” Victoria’s voice was soft but very clear. “The night of the accident, who did you lunge toward? Did you think I didn’t see?” Jonathan’s face instantly turned pale. “Victoria, you’ve misunderstood. The situation was chaotic. We just mistook someone else for you.” “Mom, please forgive us, okay?” Layla pleaded. “Enough!” Victoria interrupted them, feeling utterly exhausted. Their years of family bonds couldn’t compete with Stella, the homewrecker. Layla was so anxious she was about to cry. “Mom, don’t be like this. Dad and I truly love you. What happened that day was just an accident.” “An accident?” Victoria laughed coldly. “Then were your dates with Stella over the years also accidents?” She pulled out a stack of photos from under her pillow and tossed them lightly onto the bed. The photos scattered, each one clearly documenting their betrayal. In the first photo, Jonathan and Stella were toasting each other in a private restaurant, candlelight reflecting their intimate gazes. In the second photo, Layla was shopping with Stella at a mall, affectionately resting her head on Stella’s shoulder. In the third photo, the three of them were laughing happily at an amusement park, with Jonathan’s arm naturally wrapped around Stella’s waist. The final photo was taken in their home’s yard. Stella was cooking in the kitchen wearing an apron, Jonathan was hugging her from behind, and Layla was helping nearby—a scene so cozy it made Victoria sick. “These photos…” Jonathan revealed a hint of panic. But he quickly composed himself. “Darling, these are all fake. The doctor said your head injury might cause confusion. You should rest. I’ll take Layla out to buy some food for you.” With that, Jonathan left with Layla immediately. Victoria was completely disappointed, thinking to herself, “He could come up with such a pathetic excuse?” Tears silently fell onto her phone screen, and only then did Victoria realize she was crying. She thought she had been strong enough, that she was prepared to leave. But when she saw those photos and videos, her heart felt like someone was squeezing it tightly, making it almost impossible to breathe. Others only saw Jonathan’s affection for her, never knowing how much she had sacrificed for this family. Victoria had given up her career, dedicating herself completely to their home, just to provide Jonathan with a warm haven. Whenever Jonathan worked late into the night, she would personally cook and wait for him. Whenever he traveled for business, she would meticulously pack his luggage. She even remembered his most subtle habits. And Layla—from the moment she was born, Victoria had given her all her love. Victoria had helped Layla learn to walk, taught her to read, and stayed with her through every sleepless night. Every smile and every tear from Layla was deeply imprinted in Victoria’s heart. Yet in the end, her sincerity was repaid with their deepest betrayal. Victoria’s phone vibrated—a message from Stella. This time, Stella had finally dropped her gentle façade. [Ms. Allen, I assume you’ve seen those photos? This Christmas, Jonathan and Layla spent much more time with me than with you. Do you still think they love you?] [If they truly loved you, why would they choose me? Why not step aside and let someone more suitable take your place in this family?] Victoria let out a cold laugh, then saved both messages. During her days recovering in the hospital, Jonathan and Layla visited Victoria punctually at mealtimes, performing a heartwarming family drama in her room. While checking her condition, the nurse had said enviously, “Ms. Allen, you’re so lucky. Your husband and daughter love you so much. I really envy you.” Hearing those words, Victoria couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. Just then, the door to her room opened gently. After entering, Layla noticed Victoria’s swollen eyes and immediately became anxious. She asked, “Mom, why were you crying? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?” Looking at Layla’s concerned expression, Victoria felt incredibly bitter. She thought, “Layla has a face so similar to mine. When did she learn to act so convincingly?” “I’m fine,” Victoria said softly. “I just saw some touching photos.” Layla sighed with relief, then sat down beside the bed. “What photos?” Victoria looked directly into Layla’s eyes. “Would you like to see them?” Just then, Layla’s watch suddenly rang, displaying an incoming call from “Ms. Reed.” “Mom, I… I need to take this call,” Layla stood up nervously. Victoria calmly said, “Go ahead, don’t keep her waiting.” On the day of her discharge, the sun shone brightly, with a gentle breeze. The sycamore trees in front of the hospital cast dappled shadows, as if drawing a conclusion to this farce. Jonathan supported Victoria down the steps, carefully protecting her. Once in the car, he thoughtfully covered her with a blanket and adjusted her seat. “The wind is a bit strong today. You can’t catch a cold,” Jonathan’s voice was so tender, as if he were speaking to his most precious treasure. Looking at the scenery outside the window, Victoria suddenly said, “I want to go to church.” “What?” Jonathan was stunned. “I heard you all prayed for me at church,” Victoria turned and said with a smile. “I’d like to see it too.” Jonathan said, “But your health…” Victoria interrupted, “I can manage.” Eventually, they arrived at the ancient, solemn church. Victoria closed her eyes and began to make a wish. In her heart, she said, “I hope I never see Jonathan and Layla again in this lifetime. May they live forever in guilt, always remembering the sincere heart they destroyed with their own hands.” Beside her, Jonathan and Layla were also making beautiful wishes. They looked forward to continuing their happy life as a family of three, unaware that this “family” was about to reach its end. As they prepared to leave, the priest looked at her with profound eyes. “Your wish will surely come true.” Victoria gave a soft laugh. Three days later, she would completely disappear from this heartbreaking home.
As night fell, Victoria stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, watching the moonlight in the yard being swallowed by dark clouds. She gently caressed the documents in her hand—a meticulously prepared plan for her “death.” In three days, she would leave this family forever. At this thought, she unconsciously revealed a smile of relief. On the third day before the plan began, Victoria started erasing her presence from this home. In her ten-year marriage, she had accumulated memories that filled exactly three boxes. The first item was the token of love between her and Jonathan—an expensive diamond necklace. She still remembered the words he whispered in her ear when he put it on her: “Victoria, I’ll only love you for my entire life.” The second item was a family portrait drawn by three-year-old Layla. In the crooked lines, Victoria and Jonathan held Layla’s hands, with “The Happiest Family in the World” written on it. Each item carried memories Victoria once thought she would cherish forever. She had always looked forward to the day when, with gray hair, she could reminisce about these moments with Layla and tell their family stories. But now, these were nothing but an illusory dream. Late at night, Victoria lit a fire in the yard and threw all the items carrying these ten years of memories into the flames. The firelight illuminated her calm face. She didn’t cry, just silently watched as the past turned to ashes in the flames. On the second day before the plan began, Victoria met with private investigator Thomas Cook and handed over all the evidence she had collected over the past six months, including Jonathan and Stella’s dating records, transaction details, intimate photos, and most importantly, recordings of their conversations. “After my death, please send these materials to the media as we agreed,” Victoria handed an envelope to Thomas. “The time is set for 3 PM the day after tomorrow. Make sure every LED screen in the city broadcasts these materials simultaneously.” After reviewing the materials, Thomas hesitated. “Ms. Allen, are you absolutely sure about this?” Victoria smiled and said, “Of course. When the time comes, remember to add a line on the screen: ‘I hope Jonathan, Layla, and Stella will be happy forever and never part.’” The final day before the plan happened to be Victoria and Jonathan’s tenth wedding anniversary. Ten years ago on this day, they held their wedding in a sky garden at a luxury hotel in Seattle. Jonathan had knelt on one knee and made his promises to Victoria. The scene was widely covered by the media. Back then, they were called “the most enviable couple.” That morning, Jonathan didn’t go to work, and Layla had taken the day off too. They sat at the dining table, waiting with gentle smiles for Victoria to have breakfast. Layla hugged Victoria’s arm affectionately. “Mom, let’s go to Seattle today. I want to see where you and Dad got married.” Looking at Layla’s expectant eyes, Victoria nodded gently. She knew this would be their last appearance as a complete family. They arrived at the hotel’s sky garden. The sunshine was bright, seemingly overlapping with the scene from ten years ago. Jonathan held Victoria’s hand, while Layla walked happily in front of them. Layla said, “Mom, tell me the story of you and Dad.” Just then, a jarring ringtone broke the warm atmosphere. Seeing Jonathan’s suddenly flustered expression, Victoria knew who was calling. This was because Stella had eagerly boasted about their relationship to her that morning, even sending a message: [Even on your wedding anniversary, with just one call from me, they’ll immediately abandon you to be with me.] Victoria forwarded this message to Thomas with a note: [Add this message to tomorrow’s broadcast as well.] Afterward, she watched Jonathan walk aside to take the call, and also saw Layla anxiously follow him. Sure enough, after the call, Jonathan and Layla approached Victoria together. “Victoria, something urgent came up back in my hometown. Layla and I need to leave now.” Jonathan’s tone was full of apology. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back.” Seeing the expectant looks in Jonathan and Layla’s eyes, Victoria smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be safe.” Jonathan sighed with relief and was about to turn away. Suddenly, he turned back and planted a kiss on Victoria’s cheek. “Victoria, I’ll have a surprise for you when I return.” “Dad, let’s hurry!” Layla was already anxiously pulling Jonathan’s hand toward the exit. “Jonathan, Layla,” Victoria suddenly said. Jonathan and Layla stopped and looked back at her. Victoria’s voice was soft. “Tomorrow, I also have a surprise for you both.” Jonathan smiled and waved, while Layla sweetly said, “Bye, Mom.” Then, they hurriedly left. Victoria stood there, watching their figures gradually disappear into the elevator entrance. This was the last time she would see them off as a wife and mother. In the evening, Victoria drove alone to a private clinic in the suburbs. As she pushed open the clinic door, she found Dr. Christmas and a woman with a similar build to hers waiting for her. “Ms. Allen, we’ve prepared everything according to your requirements,” the doctor handed Victoria a document. “This is the fake death certificate. As you requested, the time is set for midnight tonight.” Victoria took the document, then looked at the woman who resembled her. “Thank you for agreeing to help.” The woman nodded and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll follow the plan.” After leaving the clinic, Victoria drove to a remote mountain road in the suburbs. The winding road was flanked by steep cliffs—her carefully chosen accident site. At ten o’clock, the plan officially began. Victoria parked her car by the roadside, then got into an identical sedan brought by the “stand-in” woman. Inside the car were several plastic containers filled with gasoline. “You must wait for my signal,” Victoria instructed. Afterward, she drove away in her own car, while the “stand-in” drove the gasoline-filled sedan along the predetermined route. At ten-thirty, everything was ready. Victoria watched the car driving on the mountain road from a distance and took out her phone to call the police. “Hello, police? I’ve spotted a suspicious vehicle on Spring Road. The driver seems to be driving under the influence.” After hanging up, she dialed Jonathan’s number. “Victoria?” There was a hint of panic in Jonathan’s voice. “Jonathan, I’m on Spring Road,” Victoria deliberately made her voice sound disoriented. “I think I saw you with Stella.” Jonathan anxiously said, “Victoria, please let me explain…” But before he could finish, a loud explosion came through the phone. According to plan, the “stand-in” had jumped out of the car just as it plunged off the cliff. The gasoline containers exploded on impact, erupting in intense flames. “Victoria! Victoria!” Jonathan’s panicked cries came through the phone. Victoria hung up, then looked at the flames below and smirked coldly. Soon, the police would find the prepared body in the burned car, and the high temperature would make DNA testing extremely difficult. At eleven o’clock, she drove to a small airport in the suburbs and boarded a private jet that had been arranged in advance. Before the plane took off, she sent a final message to Thomas: [Plan initiated.] When Jonathan and Layla arrived at the hospital, they were greeted with a death certificate. At the same time, LED screens across the city lit up. The screens displayed all the details of their interactions with Stella, including photos of private meetings, flirtatious message exchanges, transaction records, and that provocative text message. There was even surveillance footage of Jonathan and Stella meeting near the accident site. At the top of all the footage was a prominent line: [I hope Jonathan, Layla, and Stella will be happy together forever and never part.] As the plane broke through the clouds, Victoria gazed at the city lights below, imagining their expressions as they saw the truth. She knew that this meticulously planned accident would leave them living in regret forever.
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