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He Called Me a Liar Until My Mother's Ashes Arrived
Novelix
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The night before our courthouse wedding, my fiancé Adrian cuts me off financially—all because I insult his childhood sweetheart, Sienna. While my mother is dying, he refuses to release the $25,000 I need for her treatment. Then he gives Sienna $15,000 during her livestream and helps her expose my desperate calls for help. Even after Mom dies, they call me a liar and force me onto a livestream to admit I made everything up. And while millions are watching, the doors open.Two funeral-home workers walk in carrying my mother's ashes—and ask for Adrian.
Chapters (2)
第1章
The night before our courthouse wedding, Adrian cuts me off financially all because I insult his childhood sweetheart.
That same night, my mother suffers a massive brain hemorrhage.
The hospital needs financial authorization for a critical part of her emergency treatment. I need access to $25,000 immediately. I kneel in the hallway and call Adrian again and again.
He doesn't release a cent.
Instead, he sends my desperate voice messages to Sienna Blake, his childhood sweetheart and a relationship influencer with millions of followers.
That night, she plays my distorted voice messages on her livestream.
"Some women will use family members to get sympathy. The best way to deal with them is to stop engaging."
Adrian drops $15,000 on her livestream.
The comments praise them for being mature, rational, and perfect for each other.
I wait outside the operating room.
Eventually, the doctor walks out and removes his mask.
"I'm sorry. We couldn't save her."
I hold Mom's cold hand and cancel the courthouse wedding we had scheduled for the next morning.
At almost the same time, Adrian texts me.
You've learned your lesson. Don't be late tomorrow.
I'm at the funeral home choosing an urn when Adrian's assistant calls.
"Ms. Bennett, Mr. Hawthorne is already at the courthouse. You have twenty minutes."
I turn a page in the catalog and choose the simplest ebony urn.
"Tell him I'm not coming."
"Mr. Hawthorne says your punishment ended last night. Apologize to Ms. Blake today, and he'll restore your access to the accounts immediately."
The funeral director looks up.
"Did your mother have a favorite color?"
"Blue."
Mom worked at a community mediation center for more than twenty years. She always wore the same faded blue shirt.
She used to say blue was calming. Even angry people seemed less angry when they saw it.
Lewis is still trying to persuade me.
"Ms. Bennett, Mr. Hawthorne even postponed a board meeting this morning. Please don't throw away your marriage over one bad night."
"Then let it be ruined."
I hang up.
I take off the only valuable thing I have left, a sapphire necklace Adrian gave me for my birthday last year.
The sapphire is surrounded by tiny diamonds.
After Sienna once said on a livestream that expensive gifts made women feel obligated to repay men, Adrian made me sign my condo over to her the very next day.
He said it wasn't an exchange.
It was a test of whether I knew how to share.
I pawn the necklace for $12,000.
After paying for the cremation and memorial service, I have barely enough left to cover the next few days.
As I leave the funeral home, Adrian video calls me.
He's standing outside the courthouse in a suit, wearing the silver tie pin I picked out for him last night.
"Where are you?"
"Taking care of something."
"Claire, I've been waiting long enough. Get over here."
"Adrian, I told you. Once she realized crying wouldn't work, she'd disappear instead."
Sienna's voice comes from beside him.
Sienna is wearing a pale blue dress, holding two folders with our wedding paperwork.
One of them is mine.
Last night, after Mom was rushed into surgery, I went home to get my documents and found the locks changed.
Adrian said I shouldn't have free access to our home until I understood what I'd done wrong.
"Why does she have my documents?"
"Sienna picked them up for you."
"Tell her to give them back."
"Come here first."
"I want them back now."
"They're just documents. Why do you have to turn everything into a boundary issue?"
"I'll give it back, Claire. But you owe me an apology first," Sienna says.
"You accused me of letting your mother die last night. Millions of people heard you."
"I was only helping Adrian establish healthy boundaries. You can't blame other people just because your mother got sick."
The edge of Mom's death certificate digs into my palm.
"Sienna, who gave you that recording?"
She looks at Adrian.
He doesn't hesitate.
"I did."
"You were hysterical. Sienna understood how to handle it better than I did."
"So you let her play my cries for help on her livestream?"
"She changed your voice."
He says it like that makes everything okay.
"Besides, part of her livestream revenue goes to women in need. At least something useful came out of it."
Sienna made tens of thousands of dollars from that livestream.
Adrian alone gave her fifteen thousand.
But when my mother needed twenty-five thousand for emergency treatment, he wouldn't release a cent.
An announcement sounds behind him. Our appointment number has been called.
Adrian checks his watch.
"Last chance. Ten minutes."
"Or what?"
"We postpone the wedding, and I keep you cut off."
Then he adds,
"Your mother still needs hospitalization and rehab. How exactly are you planning to pay for that?"
Even now, he's using my mother to threaten me.
Sienna lowers her voice beside him.
"Don't ask about her mother. That's exactly what she's waiting for. The second you show concern, she wins."
Adrian looks away.
"Fine. My family is having a family dinner tonight. Don't be late."
Then he adds,
"Sienna is borrowing your mother's blue notebook for her course."
"That's my mother's."
"It's already at the office."
"Who gave you permission to take it?"
"Your mother always said she'd be happy if her experience could help people."
"Don't turn an older woman's kindness into another weapon against me."
The call ends.
A minute later, Sienna sends me a photo.
Mom's blue notebook, the one she'd used for more than twenty years, is open on Sienna's livestream desk.
Beside the yellowed pages is a brand-new course poster.
TONIGHT AT 8: HOW TO RECOGNIZE EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION
Underneath is another line.
REAL CASE STUDY: CLAIRE BENNETT
第2章
I arrive at the Hawthorne family dinner ten minutes before it starts.
Not because I want to save the marriage.
I want my mother's notebook back.
The living room is full of Adrian's relatives.
Two gift boxes sit in the center of the table, originally prepared by Mrs. Hawthorne as wedding gifts for us.
The moment I walk in, Adrian's aunt laughs.
"There she is. I thought she'd really throw away the marriage over a twenty-five-thousand-dollar hospital bill."
"People who grow up without money always care too much about it."
Sienna sits beside Mrs. Hawthorne, chatting with her like she belongs there.
"Don't say that. Claire's mother is sick. Of course she's anxious."
She pauses.
"But Adrian already agreed to cover her follow-up treatment. Forcing him to release the money that very night was a little inappropriate."
Mrs. Hawthorne frowns at me.
"How is your mother?"
Adrian looks up.
He's waiting for my answer.
But Sienna immediately takes Mrs. Hawthorne's hand.
"Maybe we shouldn't ask."
"Adrian has only just established a healthy boundary. If everyone starts showing concern now, Claire will think this tactic worked."
Mrs. Hawthorne immediately falls silent.
Adrian pushes a document toward the empty seat.
"Sit down. Sign it."
I don't move.
"Where's the notebook?"
"At the office."
"I want it back."
"Sienna needs it for her livestream tonight. You can have it afterward."
"She doesn't have permission to publish anything in it."
Sienna smiles.
"Claire, your mother handled family and community disputes at a community mediation center. It's not confidential corporate information."
"I'm helping her work reach more people."
"She didn't agree to that."
"But Adrian did."
She turns toward him.
Adrian taps the document with one finger.
"This is HeartSync's new content license."
"Sign it, and I'll restore your access to the accounts. Sienna will delete last night's livestream too."
I open it.
The license doesn't just cover the relationship assessment model I helped develop.
It includes more than twenty years of my mother's mediation cases.
The term is permanent.
The licensing fee is one dollar.
"This is theft."
"The company has paid you a salary for three years."
"My salary paid for my work. It didn't buy my mother's life."
His aunt scoffs.
"Adrian marrying you is already the greatest security he can give you."
I look at him.
"You agree with that?"
He doesn't deny it.
"Once we're married, you'll become a beneficiary of part of the Hawthorne family trust."
"I'll take care of you."
"So first you turn what's mine into yours, then decide how much of it to give back to me?"
Adrian sets down his cup.
"Stop acting like I'm stealing from you."
"You don't have a stable income right now, and your mother will need long-term rehabilitation. Who else is going to take on that burden?"
Mom died without ever knowing that the person she'd been most afraid of burdening was now calling her exactly that.
As dinner is being served, Sienna stands.
That's when I see the blue silk scarf across her lap.
I recognize it immediately.
Mom hand-dyed it last year.
Before meeting Mrs. Hawthorne for the first time, she worried an expensive gift would make her look like she was trying too hard to impress them.
So she spent three nights making a simple blue scarf instead.
Mrs. Hawthorne accepted it.
Then apparently gave it to Sienna.
I walk toward her.
"Take it off."
Sienna touches the scarf.
"Mrs. Hawthorne gave it to me."
"My mother made that."
"Once you give something away, you don't get to demand it back."
She smiles helplessly.
"Claire, why do you keep trying to take other people's things tonight?"
I reach for the scarf.
Adrian catches my wrist first.
"Enough."
"It's one scarf. Are you really going to make a scene in front of my entire family?"
"Give it back."
"Sienna needs it for her livestream."
"Give it back."
Adrian looks at me for two seconds.
Then he takes the scarf from Sienna.
For a moment, I think he's finally going to return it.
Instead, he puts it back in her hands.
"Put it on."
Sienna ties it around her neck.
"Claire, sit down."
"Sign the license, and I'll forget everything that happened tonight."
"What if I don't?"
"You're suspended. You lose access to the house. Your access to the accounts stays blocked."
"And the marriage?"
His expression softens slightly, as if he's finally heard me surrender.
"That depends on how you behave."
Even now, he still thinks the thing I fear most is losing the chance to marry him.
I pick up the agreement.
Adrian offers me a pen.
"That's better."
I don't take it.
Instead, I pull a red marker from my bag.
I draw a huge X across every page.
Sienna's smile disappears.
Adrian stares at the red marks.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Yes."
I put the ruined agreement in front of him.
"And you should know that my mother's notebook doesn't belong to you."
I turn to leave.
Adrian doesn't follow.
He waits until I reach the door.
"If you haven't apologized by nine tomorrow morning, I'll have our lawyers claim the notebook belongs to the company."
I stop.
Adrian leans back in his chair, completely certain of himself.
"Then you won't even have the right to take it back."
