Chapter 2: The Funeral They Planned For Me
Chapter 2: The Funeral They Planned For Me
I didn't confront Ryan.
Not immediately.
Instead, I watched.
I listened.
I collected evidence.
For six weeks.
The more I uncovered...
The worse it got.
The cancer diagnosis was fake.
The doctor was fake.
The hospital records were fake.
Everything.
Every single thing.
Then I found the email.
The one that made my blood run cold.
Subject line:
Sarah's Life Insurance Policy
I opened it.
My hands shaking.
Inside was a conversation between Ryan and his mistress.
Emily.
The woman from the yacht.
The woman half my age.
The final message read:
"Once Sarah signs the updated policy, we're set for life."
I froze.
Updated policy?
I dug deeper.
Then found the attachment.
My life insurance policy.
Five million dollars.
Ryan had recently convinced me to increase the coverage.
Because of his "illness."
Because he wanted me protected.
Lies.
All lies.
Then I found the next email.
And this one made me physically sick.
Emily wrote:
"How long before she dies?"
Ryan replied:
"Soon."
My heart stopped.
Emily:
"Are you sure?"
Ryan:
"She's taking the supplements every day."
The room went silent.
Supplements.
The vitamins Ryan gave me every morning.
The vitamins he insisted would help with stress.
My hands started shaking.
I grabbed the bottle.
Took photos.
Sent everything to a private lab.
Three days later the results arrived.
I opened the report.
And nearly screamed.
The capsules contained slow-acting poison.
The same poison linked to multiple suspicious deaths.
At that moment, my front door opened.
Ryan walked inside.
Smiling.
Holding flowers.
May you like
The same man who had just tried to murder me.
And he had no idea I knew.
