My husband died in the sea in order to save his beloved.
By the time I was notified, his body had almost been eaten up by the fish.
The staff asked if I wanted to retrieve what was left.
I waved my hand decisively, refusing to waste public resources.
With the death certificate in hand, I straight up canceled his ID.
After contacting his lawyer, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Even though it was midnight, I popped a bottle of champagne.
Originally, I could only have half of the property, but now I was gonna have two–thirds. I must celebrate that.
My husband, Roland Hanson, died.
He took his beloved Maleah Dodson on a ferry ride. Because of the waves, the ferry crashed into rocks. He gave Maleah the lifeboat seat, and he ended up shark bait.
When the cops told me, his head had been devoured by the sharks, leaving only a headless body.
A few fishermen tried to reel it in, but another shark came along and snatched him away.
So all they fished out were Roland’s wallet and phone.
Since Roland was a well–known entrepreneur in town, everyone wanted to find his body.
The cops asked if I needed a rescue team to go looking. I waved them off. “Nah, let’s not waste public resources.”
An hour later, I had his ID canceled with the death certificate issued by the police. The staff even shed a couple of tears seeing his ID.
“Mr. Hanson was a great man. May him rest in peace.”
I laughed out loud.
She was right; Roland was a great guy.
He was supposed to get a divorce from me and marry Maleah in a couple of days.
But he died instead, leaving me with a fat inheritance.
No body meant I had to burn some of Roland’s stuff for ashes.
So I torched useless papers from his office and his personal belongings.
After burning them all, I bagged the ashes in plastic wrap, planning to buy an urn tomorrow.
I got in touch with the lawyer to settle Roland’s estate.
He had six companies, eight cars, sixty–six storefronts, eighty–eight houses, plus gold bars in banks and funds and stocks he owned.
While I was counting how much they all worth, the lawyer told me, “Mr. Hanson had already transferred two properties to Ms. Dodson while alive.”
What?!
I wouldn’t allow anyone to take away what was mine.
So I turned to the lawyer, asking, “The stuff Roland gave her should be recoverable by me, right?” The lawyer knew what I meant immediately.
That very day, Roland’s waterlogged phone got its data recovered. And by afternoon, my legal notice got couriered to Maleah’s house.
When Maleah showed up, I just popped open a bottle of champagne.
She grabbed a glass and splashed the wine at my face. “Valeria Melton, what’s with this legal notice you sent?”
I dodged out of the way; every drop of wine landed on my carpet instead.
“My Obrarian handmade carpet.” I looked at Maleah with faux heartbreak. “That goes on your tab too.”
Book 3- Chapter 1
“Who gave you the guts to ask for this stuff? It’s all Roland gave me. We are about to get married; it’s all mine.”
“Ms. Dodson, do you know anything about law?” I sneered. “What Roland gave you is shared marital property; I have every right to demand if back.”
Maleah paled and pulled out her phone. “You definitely didn’t discuss this with Roland. I’ll call him right now. Just you wait. He won’t let you get away with this.”
Seeing what she was doing made me laugh. “Don’t bother calling; he won’t answer. He’s currently shark chow.”
Chapter 2
Maleah’s face twisted with anger. “Valeria, you are so malicious. At least you two are a couple, do you really need to curse him like this!”
I waited for her to finish shouting, then took out Roland’s ID card that had been cut into two pieces from my bag. “What? You don’t believe it? This is his ID card, just cut this morning.”
Maleah looked at the two halves of the ID card and paused for a moment, still not believing, “You must be playing some tricks, I’m going to call him right now, and you can forget about getting any money.”
She dialed a few numbers on her phone, and soon the phone in my bag started ringing.
I took out Roland’s phone from the bag, and on the screen, the word “wife” was jumping.
Maleah’s face turned pale in an instant, “How come his phone is with you?”
“They all told you that he died.”
“Where is the corpse?”
“She was eaten by a shark,” I said, spreading my hands. “Ms. Dodson, did you forget that you both went on the cruise together? How come you came back alone?”
“I thought, I thought…” Maleah immediately crouched down, her whole body trembling, her eyes turning red in an instant, tears falling down like pearls.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
My Obraria handmade carpet, tears were also dirty, okay?
Maleah cried for a while and suddenly stood up, running towards the pillar in the living room.
“Roland, I will die with you!”
I was so scared that I quickly took a few steps back and picked up my phone to make a call.
“Officer, come quickly! Someone has committed suicide in my house.”
The police arrived quickly and, after understanding the situation, they took Maleah away.
Before leaving, I didn’t forget to remind her.
“Remember to return my things, otherwise I will sue.” One of the policemen glanced at me, his eyes seemed to say.
She was already like this, and you still provoked her.
I shrugged my shoulders, it was several million, whoever wouldn’t be anxious.
The next day, I started to plan a funeral for Roland. After all, he had so many wealthy relatives, and I had been giving them gifts for the past two years.
Now is the time for harvest.
I informed Roland about a bunch of relatives and also found a master to go with him to visit the cemetery.
I didn’t like the sites that the master showed me, but I liked the one at the very edge.
Bare and devoid of anything growing.
The master said, “No, if buried there, your husband’s descendants would have lived a difficult life.”
I clapped my hands and said, “That’s great! Let’s go with this one. The feng shui is so good, and it’s also cheap.”
Anyway, Roland and I didn’t have any children, let alone any descendants.
I bought a burial plot and an urn, and I found a funeral company to arrange a quite grand funeral for Roland.
At the funeral, I pretended to cry while stealing glances at the condolence money.
Sure enough, they were all wealthy people, and the money they brought along became thicker and thicker, so thick that I almost burst out laughing.
At the end of the funeral, Maleah arrived.
She was dressed in black, holding the hand of a seven or eight–year–old boy, and walked directly towards Roland’s photo.
The already quiet funeral scene suddenly became even quieter, with everyone’s eyes and ears wide open.
