After My Husband Faked His Death, I Donated Our Billion-Dollar Fortune to His Rival at His Funeral

At Damien Thorne’s funeral, I stood in a simple black dress, my face impossibly calm.

The lawyer finished reading the will aloud. I took the microphone.

“I’m donating all of Damien Thorne’s assets and estates,” I announced, my voice clear, “to his sworn enemy, Adrian Steele.”

The room erupted. Guests gasped, whispers turned into shouts. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed on the spot.

They pointed fingers, calling me crazy, a wicked woman who only craved the Thorne family’s wealth.

“Damien’s body isn’t even cold yet! How *dare* you do this?!”