Chapter 2: The Man Who Didn’t Expect Me To Wake Up
The dirt got heavier.
My chest tightened.
Air was disappearing.
Think.
Think.
Think.
My fingers found something in my pocket.
My phone.
Still alive.
Barely.
No signal.
But one button still worked.
Record.
I pressed it.
Everything.
The burial.
The voices.
Mark.
His assistant.
Everything.
Then—
A sound above me changed.
The shovel stopped.
“Wait,” someone said.
Footsteps.
Closer.
“Did you hear that?”
Silence.
My heart stopped.
Then Mark laughed.
“It’s just gas pressure.”
Gas pressure.
He was explaining away my life.
My phone kept recording.
Then I heard footsteps leave.
No one cared.
They were walking away.
Leaving me.
Alive.
Under the ground.
My breathing slowed.
I was going to die here.
But then—
My hand hit something metallic inside the coffin lining.
A latch.
Hidden.
I pulled it.
Click.
A compartment opened under my back.
Inside—
A small emergency escape tool.
I stared at it.
Confused.
Why would a coffin have—
Then I understood.
Mark didn’t just plan to bury me.
He planned for this exact moment.
A test.
Or a trap.
Or both.
I grabbed it.
Started digging.
Wood cracked.
Dirt shifted.
Pain shot through my hands.
But I didn’t stop.
Minutes passed.
Or hours.
I don’t know.
Then—
Light.
A thin line.
Above me.
Air.
Real air.
I pushed harder.
Wood snapped.
And suddenly—
I exploded out of the ground.
Falling onto grass.
Gasping.
Coughing.
Covered in dirt.
Alive.
And the first thing I saw—
Was Mark standing there.
Watching me.
Not surprised.
Not shocked.
Just smiling.
Like he had been waiting.
“Good,” he said.
“You survived.”
I froze.
“You—”
He stepped closer.
“Most don’t.”
My breath shook.
“You tried to bury me.”
He shook his head.
“No.”
A pause.
“I tested you.”
My world tilted.
“Tested me?”
He nodded.
“For inheritance eligibility.”
Then he added casually:
May you like
“Congratulations.”
“You passed.”
