Chapter 3 — My Husband Fake His Death To Hurt Me, It Ended Up...

The corner of her lips curled into a cold smile.

"Lam Van, do you think you can win against me? Naive."

She turned around and left, the sound of her high heels tapping on the ground echoed in sharp rhythms.

“This time… I will make you disappear completely.”

In the villa, I stood on the second floor, behind the curtains. Through the gap, I clearly saw her every move and every expression. Including the phone call just now. I raised my glass of wine and shook it gently.

“Green tea conspiracy?”

I took a sip and laughed softly.

“No… it's my hunting moment.”

I turned around, walked to the desk, and opened the drawer. Take out a file. A huge value insurance contract. Co Mac Han's life... is worth fifty million. Beneficiary — Lam Van.

“Co Mac Han, do you think pretending to be dead can fool the insurance company?”

I looked at the paper, my smile carrying clear sarcasm.

“You are… giving me money.”

I took the phone and made a call.

"Hello, I need to look up someone... yes, Snow White. Also her recent cash flow... I know, it's annoying."

I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. Memories from three years ago... like a rising tide. That incident, those lies, those betrayals... What is the green tea plot... in the end? Very quickly. I will know everything. In the following days, the news that "Lam Van smiled at the funeral" spread throughout the upper class. On the internet, people talk non-stop. Someone asked: "The woman laughing at her husband's funeral... what is she thinking?" Someone analyzed: "From a psychological perspective, what does this behavior say?" Some people even spread the news: "I heard that she used tricks to marry into a wealthy family, and now that her husband has just died, she is fighting over the property... it's really scary." Public opinion is almost completely tilted to one side. Criticize me. I looked at the comments running across the phone screen. Not angry. Not sad either. Because I know… Behind all those words — there is a hand at the helm. Snow White's hand. Do you want to lead public opinion to attack me? Sister, maybe you don't know yet - that year, I was the debate champion.

“Miss Lam.” The butler knocked on the door and walked in, "President Co is here, saying he has something to discuss with you."

I put down the phone. “Invite him in.” Co Chan walked straight into the living room, his face gloomy. Following him were two people — Gu family's lawyer Truong Minh, and a business partner of Co Mac Han, general manager Ly.

“Lam Van.” Co Chan went straight to the point, "I came today to talk about heritage."

I leaned back on the sofa, looking at him calmly. "President Co, the matter of the lawyer's estate has been handled. According to the will, all of Co Mac Han's assets... belong to me."

"Testament?" Co Chan laughed coldly, "My son's will, why didn't I know?"

"President Co, there are many things you don't know... there are still many things." I said it as lightly as nothing.

His face became more and more ugly as he turned to Truong Minh. “Lawyer Truong, please explain to me what is going on?” Truong Minh pushed up his glasses, his voice cautious. "President Co, this will was made by Mac Han half a year ago. According to the law... it is completely valid."

"Effective?" Co Chan interrupted, "My son is just over thirty years old, his health is normal, why do I have to make a will? There must be a problem with this!"

“Chairman Co.” I spoke up, “Do you think there is a problem with this will?”

He stared at me, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Of course! He didn't tell me - the father - that he would give all his assets to you? Do you think that's reasonable?" I almost burst out laughing. Chairman Co, the things you find unreasonable... there are many. For example - your son is not dead at all. Do you think that's reasonable?

“President Co, when the will was made, I was present.” I said calmly, "If you don't believe it, you can check with a lawyer."

Co Chan smiled coldly. “Verification? I see you are—”

“Chairman Co.” General Manager Ly suddenly spoke up, "I have a question to ask Ms. Lam."

I looked at him. “You just ask.” He hesitated for a moment, then asked: "The day Mac Han happened... where were you?" The living room immediately fell silent. All eyes turned to me. This question... was like a knife, stabbing straight. I looked straight at him. “That day, I was at home.”

"At home?" He asked, "The time of the accident was around ten o'clock at night. Exactly ten o'clock that evening... are you sure you were at home?"

"Sure."

“Is there anyone who can testify?”

I was silent for a second, then said: "No. That night... I was alone in the house." Co Chan's eyes lit up. "You're alone? That means no one can prove you're home?"

“So how can you prove that Mac Han's death has nothing to do with you?” His voice rose a bit, "My son has always been healthy, why did he suddenly have an accident? Furthermore, there were no brake marks at the scene... do you think it was a real accident?"

No brake marks? I squinted my eyes slightly. Co Chan... are you testing me? Or… do you know something?

“President Co, you mean I plotted to kill my husband?” I stood up and looked straight into his eyes.

My momentum made him pause, he unconsciously took a step back, but quickly regained his composure. "I... I'm just suspicious! After all, you laughed at the funeral — that's enough to make people doubt your motives!" I smiled, but the smile didn't reach my eyes.

"President Co, you're right. I do have a motive." I walked to the window, looking out at the night outside, "But that motive... is not what you think."

“So what is it?” He inquired.

I don't answer. Just turned around and looked at them. "You three, it's getting late. If there's nothing else... I won't send you off." Co Chan's face was extremely unsightly. "Lam Van, don't be complacent! This isn't over yet!" I smiled softly. "President Co, I'll wait. But I'll remind you one thing—"

“Playing with fire… sooner or later you will burn yourself.”

The living room became quiet again, I was the only one left. I walked to my desk, opened the drawer, and took out a file. That's the accident investigation report.

“Co Mac Han's accident... was not accidental.”

I looked at the words on it and said softly.

“The brake system… has been tampered with.”

I put down the report and gently closed my eyes.

“The truth… is about to be revealed.”

My voice was very low, almost a whisper.

"Co Mac Han, your plan to fake your death... will soon be exposed."

Basement of the villa. This is Co Mac Han's private space - a place that he has never allowed me to enter before. But today… I have the key. It's something I found in his safe after he "died". Safe password… me tried three times. The first time was our wedding anniversary — wrong. The second time was his birthday — still wrong. The third time, as if commanded by the devil, I entered Snow White's birthday. Isn't it funny? He used "white moonlight"'s birthday as a password... and hid it from me - his legitimate wife - for three years. I opened the basement door and entered. The space inside is very simple. There's just a desk and a few computers. But the table... is full of documents. Commercial contracts, bank statements… and even strange photos. I picked up one. The pupils immediately constricted. In the photo is a man wearing a black suit, standing in front of a luxurious villa, smiling faintly. It's Co Mac Han. Shooting date — three days ago. That is... the second day after he "died".

“Co Mac Han…”

My fingers clenched the photo until it turned white.

“As expected… you are not dead.”

I put the photo down and continued flipping through other documents. The more I watch... the colder my heart becomes. It's a detailed plan. Title: "Plan to fake death to retreat".