My Husband Faked His Death to Steal Everything,He Didn't Know I Was WatchingChapter 1
The day I found out I was pregnant after five years of marriage was the same day my husband was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
He knelt before me, tears streaming down his face. "Regina Thomas, you should terminate the pregnancy. I don't want you raising a child alone."
I pretended to be heartbroken, playing along with his little performance. "Darrell, we've waited so long for this baby. Do we really have to?"
"A child without a father's love is a pitiful thing."
I agreed through my tears.
The truth was, I already knew about his scheme with his college ex-girlfriend to fake a cancer diagnosis and stage his own death.
If they wanted to put on a show, I'd give them one worth watching.
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Earlier, at the hospital, the moment the pregnancy was confirmed, I wanted to share the news with Darrell Simmons right away. After all, five years of trying had led to this.
I figured he'd be just as thrilled as I was.
I was about to call him when I spotted him holding a piece of paper, walking toward the elevator with Naomi Henson.
My grip tightened around my phone. I followed them. I knew Naomi was back in the country.