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Now that their divorce scheme failed, if something like this happened again, it would be clear they did it on purpose.
I was curious what they’d try next.
Days later, I heard a call from Nathan’s phone.
“Mr.Carter, the large life insurance policy you took out on your wife is now active. We’re notifying you.”
So that was their new game. As I suspected, they were cooking up something else.
But I didn't expect them to resort to such a ruthless method—kill me for insurance.
I acted clueless, returning his phone.
Soon, Nathan announced we would have a month-long family road trip.
This must be part of their plan.
I don't object and agree readily.
On the day we set off, Nathan bringing Claire along. The three of them looked like a happy family, making me feel like the odd one out.
Arriving at a guesthouse in the suburbs, Nathan immediately suggested we went hiking.
I catched Claire and Margaret’s sly looks. No doubt something awaited me before.
I went along, eager to see if Nathan would really have guts to push me off a cliff.
On the trail as I followed Nathan up the mountain, he was unusually sweet, offering to carry me.
I scoffed, knowing that letting him carry me would probably lead to a quicker death.
At the summit, I pretend to sit down for a rest, noticing that Nathan scouted around, eyeing the drop and sneaking glances at me.
I acted like ignoring him, just sipping water.
When I was "rested", I stood up, saying, "Let's go back, hopney, I’m tired,"
But he stood panicked. "No, not so soon!"
He explained, "It's not every day we climb a mountain. Since we’re here—why not take some photos."
I smirked. "Then go take your time. I’m scared of heights."
But he insisted. "Oh come on, after all these years of marriage, I haven't taken a good photo of you."
Refusing would look suspicious. I walk to a spot not far from the cliff, wedging my foot securely into a crack in the rock.
Standing a short distance away, he pretended to be photographing, urging, "No, darling, this composition isn't right. How about you move back a bit?"
Back was a sheer drop. Did he think I was stupid?
“Move closer yourself.”
He crouched, pretending to shoot. "Your pose is stiff. Let me fix it."
His desperation was pathetic.
I smiled. "Sure, then help me adjust it."
He put down his phone and walk over. As he approached, his face suddenly turned sinister and terrifying.
"Darling, do you know that if you die here, no one would find your body."
I laughed. "Exactly. So don’t you fall—I’d have trouble explaining why I'm going back alone."
He sneered, lifting my leg, unaware that my other foot was wedged tight.
"See you next life, Emily!" He suddenly push me.
Feeling my body fall, I tilted back, grabbing his arm. If I went down, he was coming with me.
