My Cheating Husband Took Revenge For Me

Five years after my death, my husband, Lucas Grant, wanted me to take the blame for his lover in a drunk driving incident.

He had barged into my house with forged evidence, but realized I was not inside.

He had no other choice but to knock on my neighbor’s door.

However, my neighbor told him, “Joan? She died a long time ago.

“I heard that the family of that case was not happy with the verdict, so they abducted her the day she was released from prison. She was tortured for three days straight!”

Lucas did not believe the neighbor. He was furious that I was creating a ridiculous lie just to escape.

He yelled angrily at my neighbor.

“Don’t think I’ll believe you! Joan must have paid you to lie to me!

“Tell her that it’s no use hiding. If she doesn’t contact me in three days, I’ll no longer pay the alimony for that rascal!”

However, he did not know that the person that his lover had killed in the drunk driving accident was the very rascal he was referring to.

The airplane had just set down. Lucas Grant did not even put down his luggage before he impatiently called his secretary. He sounded really irritated.

“Where’s she? Did you manage to locate her?”

His secretary sounded hesitant.

“Mr. Grant, we… we still haven’t managed to contact Ms. Anderson…”

“Useless!”

The unexpected answer made Lucas stop in his tracks.

“Do you know how urgent Anna’s drunk-driving case is?

“If we can’t find Joan and let her take the blame, Anna will end up in prison soon! Are you waiting to see her prosecuted?”

The voice on the phone kept cutting in and out — it was hard to hear clearly.

But there was nothing to hear other than some meaningless apologies.

Lucas lost his patience. He said, “Forget it! You’re useless. I’ll do it myself!”

He ended the call and slammed on the accelerator as he sped to the house that once belonged to us.

I hovered in the air as I watched him rush into the elevator. He was holding a stack of forged evidence in his hand.

His cold face seemed anxious, as if the entire world owed him everything.

He would only be this anxious when it was something related to Anna Miller.

“Joan, come out!”

He kicked the door open but realized it was empty. The whole place was covered in dust.

He scanned the surroundings with clenched teeth, and he went to search for me in every single room. However, I was nowhere to be found.

“Are you hiding? You won’t be able to hide for long!”

His loud actions attracted the neighbor’s attention.

The neighbor, Mrs. Smith, poked her head out in confusion.

“Who are you looking for?”

Lucas peered at her and walked over angrily.

“Do you know where Joan Anderson is? Ask her to come out immediately!”

Mrs. Smith frowned when she heard that.

“Joan? She died a long time ago.”

“Died?” Lucas sneered, “She’s lying! I can’t believe she’d make up this sort of lie just to hide from me!”

Mrs. Smith sighed.

“I’m not lying. She died five years ago.

“I heard that the family of that case was not happy with the verdict, and they abducted her the day she was released from prison. She was tortured for three days straight…”

Lucas froze when he heard the news.

However, he rapidly assumed his holier-than-thou attitude again.

“Ha, don’t try to trick me. I know Joan has paid you to lie to me!

“She’s just in prison for a few days, and she’s making such a big deal to get sympathy points!”

I felt my heart go cold after hearing his matter-of-fact words.

A few days in prison?

The horrible years that I spent in prison were just a few days to him?

Mrs. Smith looked angry when she heard that.

“Hey, how can you say that? I’m telling you out of kindness, and you’re accusing me of lying?

“Back then, she…”

But Lucas did not want to listen to her. He interrupted her.

“Shut up! Tell Joan that there’s no point in hiding!

“If she doesn’t contact me in three days, I will no longer pay a single cent for that rascal’s alimony!”

After he said that, he turned around and left.

He was stomping as he walked, as if it would let out some of his anger.

Mrs. Smith shook her head upon seeing that. She muttered at his back.

“But… that kid was killed in a car accident…”

Unfortunately, Lucas was already out of earshot.

I floated behind him. I felt extremely tired as I watched him leave angrily.

He did not know that I was dead.

He also did not know that the “rascal” that he was referring to was our biological daughter.

The person who killed our daughter was Anna, whom he was protecting with his life.