My husband lost his memory and fell in love with someone else. I decided to fake my death, but he regretted it.

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After years of a fruitless relationship, today I finally decided to let go.

“Ms. Carter, this is for your pre-booked death service. Your death is scheduled for Leo’s celebration party in three days, by falling into a river. Both you and the baby will be faking your deaths. Please confirm.”

I gently patted the sleeping infant in my arms, then signed my name neatly on the client section of the document.

Everyone in this city knew I was Julian Hayes’s most ardent admirer. I had been obsessed with Julian for eight years, relentlessly chasing him until I finally became Mrs. Hayes.