Gone Gray: My Husband After My Fake Death

After confessing 101 times to my childhood sweetheart, Morgan Lambert, he marries his first love, Cassandra White.

With my heart in ruins, I leave him behind and marry his younger brother, James Lambert, who has pursued me relentlessly from the start.

After marriage, James dotes on me to an extreme. His love is bold and intense. Everyone says I am unbelievably lucky to have married such a devoted man.

As Cassandra and I sink into the water together, I can only watch as James dives in recklessly. He struggles through the water toward her, giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

I thrash and struggle in desperation, begging him to look at me even once. He never does. His entire focus is on getting her to shore, leaving me behind to be swallowed by the sea.

While I am unconscious, I hear him and Morgan fighting violently in the hospital, arguing over who gets to stay by Cassandra's bedside.

He roars in anguish, "I sacrificed myself by marrying Elsa so she wouldn't stand in the way of you and Cassie's happiness. Can you at least let me see Cassie once?"

That is when I finally understand that none of them has ever loved me.

I immediately arrange to fake my death, preparing to vanish from their lives completely.

Yet after hearing the news of my so-called death, James—who's always calm—loses control. He pushes Cassandra aside, bends over, and coughs up blood. Overnight, he seems to age decades.

"Ms. Granger, your purchase of our staged death service is successful. When the time comes, we will erase your identity and arrange a death that meets your expectations so that you can leave without worries," the staff member on the other end of the phone said politely.

I responded with a flat hum. "Set it for three days from now. I need time to pack my things."

After hanging up, I dragged my aching body back toward the hospital room. I had barely reached the door when I ran into my husband, James Lambert. The moment he saw me, concern flooded his face as he hurried over.

"Darling, you just fell into the water. You haven't recovered yet. How could you get out of bed on your own? Come on, lie back down."

He helped me onto the bed, carefully tucking the blanket around me.

Once I was settled in, he pulled a small box from inside his thick down jacket and gently placed it in my hand. It was still warm.

"Here. Your favorite pastries," he said softly. "I caught a flight to Ashville to buy them for you and rushed straight back. Eat them while they're warm."

Ashville?

That was several districts away from Stonegate, practically on the other side of the city.

Before I could process it, the patient in the neighboring bed let out an envious sigh.

"Your husband is incredible. He braved the snow and traveled over a thousand miles just to buy you pastries, and he even kept them warm