Miss Chase, I’m so sorry for your loss. Your husband is dead.” 

Hearing that, I smiled. 

Then I grabbed my phone and made three calls: 

One to reclaim his shares. 

One to file the death certificate.

And one to have his name scrubbed from every legal document in existence.

All before his “body” was even in the ground.

Heartless? Maybe. But I’d earned it.

Because I’d lived this before.

In my past life, Dad was paranoid about his heiress daughter marrying wrong.

So he raised THREE boys as my potential husbands.

I picked the best one-Sebastian Hart. Smart, gorgeous, perfect.

Then three days after our wedding, he dropped dead.

I was destroyed. And while I was drowning in grief, the other two convinced me that remarrying would break his heart. So I didn’t. I

stayed alone for sixty years.

At eighty, I visited Provence one last time-the place Sebastian and I promised forever.

That’s where I found him. Very much ALIVE.

Laughing with my missing nanny, surrounded by grandkids.

I’d been played. For sixty years.

The rage killed me on the spot. Literally. Stroke, lights out, dead.

Then I woke up here. Back to the day his “death” was announced.

This time, I’m not grieving.

This time, I want to see how a dead man with no legal existence plans to live.

Spoiler: HE WON’T.

‘Lola, Sebastian spent his whole life by your side. He died in that storm doing research for YOUR company. Now that he’s gone, you CAN’T remarry. It would break his heart.”

Carter’s voice dripped with fake sympathy. “Oh, and about Sebastian’s shares… you should sign those over to us. We’ll protect everything he left behind.”

The sound of their voices hit me like ice water.

I shot up in bed.

Holy shit. I was BACK. Back to the exact day Sebastian faked his death and ran off with his side piece.

“Where’s Linda Brooks?”

Carter and Miles both froze.

“Your husband just DIED and you’re asking about the NANNY?” Miles snapped.

Carter’s face twisted. “Do we really mean NOTHING to you?!”

I watched them squirm and smiled.

“If Sebastian’s dead, I’m taking back his shares. All of them.”

I turned to my assistant. “Get the car. We’re going to the records office. I need his accounts closed and a death certificate issued.”

My assistant bolted. Carter and Miles stood there like idiots.

“Lola, he JUST died! How can you be this heartless?! Those shares should go to US!” Carter’s voice cracked with rage.

I kept walking.

In my past life, I collapsed when I got the news. Cried myself sick. Swore I’d never love again.

And Sebastian’s shares? I handed them straight to these snakes.

It wasn’t until Provence-until I saw Sebastian alive with Linda and their perfect little family-that I finally figured it out.

I’d ordered an emergency audit and discovered the truth: these bastards had been wiring him FIVE MILLION DOLLARS A MONTH.

My money. Funding his European vacation with his mistress.

Sixty years. They played me for SIXTY YEARS.

Not this time.

By the time we reached the office, the news came through-Sebastian’s 30% was back under my name. 

I handed the clerk his documents. “I need to file a death certificate and close all records for my late husband, Sebastian Hart.” 

She glanced at his photo and sighed. “So young. Ivy League grad, married into the Chase empire… what a waste.” 

She pulled up his file and reached for the stamp. 

Right then, Carter and Miles burst through the door. 

“STOP! Don’t stamp that!” 

They were drenched in sweat, practically falling over themselves. 

“Miss Chase, I’m so sorry for your loss. Your husband is dead.” 

Hearing that, I smiled. 

Then I grabbed my phone and made three calls: 

One to reclaim his shares. 

One to file the death certificate. 

And one to have his name scrubbed from every legal document in existence. 

All before his “body” was even in the ground. 

Heartless? Maybe. But I’d earned it. 

Because I’d lived this before. 

In my past life, Dad was paranoid about his heiress daughter marrying wrong. 

So he raised THREE boys as my potential husbands. 

I picked the best one-Sebastian Hart. Smart, gorgeous, perfect. 

Then three days after our wedding, he dropped dead. 

I was destroyed. And while I was drowning in grief, the other two convinced me that remarrying would break his heart. So I didn’t. I 

stayed alone for sixty years. 

At eighty, I visited Provence one last time-the place Sebastian and I promised forever. 

That’s where I found him. Very much ALIVE. 

Laughing with my missing nanny, surrounded by grandkids. 

I’d been played. For sixty years. 

The rage killed me on the spot. Literally. Stroke, lights out, dead. 

Then I woke up here. Back to the day his “death” was announced. 

This time, I’m not grieving. 

This time, I want to see how a dead man with no legal existence plans to live. 

Spoiler: HE WON’T. 

‘Lola, Sebastian spent his whole life by your side. He died in that storm doing research for YOUR company. Now that he’s gone, you CAN’T remarry. It would break his heart.” 

Carter’s voice dripped with fake sympathy. “Oh, and about Sebastian’s shares… you should sign those over to us. We’ll protect everything he left behind.” 

The sound of their voices hit me like ice water. 

I shot up in bed. 

Holy shit. I was BACK. Back to the exact day Sebastian faked his death and ran off with his side piece. 

“Where’s Linda Brooks?” 

Carter and Miles both froze. 

“Your husband just DIED and you’re asking about the NANNY?” Miles snapped. 

Carter’s face twisted. “Do we really mean NOTHING to you?!” 

I watched them squirm and smiled. 

“If Sebastian’s dead, I’m taking back his shares. All of them.” 

I turned to my assistant. “Get the car. We’re going to the records office. I need his accounts closed and a death certificate issued.” 

My assistant bolted. Carter and Miles stood there like idiots. 

“Lola, he JUST died! How can you be this heartless?! Those shares should go to US!” Carter’s voice cracked with rage. 

I kept walking. 

In my past life, I collapsed when I got the news. Cried myself sick. Swore I’d never love again. 

And Sebastian’s shares? I handed them straight to these snakes. 

It wasn’t until Provence-until I saw Sebastian alive with Linda and their perfect little family-that I finally figured it out. 

I’d ordered an emergency audit and discovered the truth: these bastards had been wiring him FIVE MILLION DOLLARS A MONTH. 

My money. Funding his European vacation with his mistress. 

Sixty years. They played me for SIXTY YEARS. 

Not this time. 

By the time we reached the office, the news came through-Sebastian’s 30% was back under my name. 

I handed the clerk his documents. “I need to file a death certificate and close all records for my late husband, Sebastian Hart.” 

She glanced at his photo and sighed. “So young. Ivy League grad, married into the Chase empire… what a waste.” 

She pulled up his file and reached for the stamp. 

Right then, Carter and Miles burst through the door. 

“STOP! Don’t stamp that!” 

They were drenched in sweat, practically falling over themselves. 

You Faked Death for Her? Cute-Watch Me Delete You Forever 

Something sharp twisted in my chest 

Yeah, I married Sebastian. But I NEVER treated these two like leftovers. They got everything he did-except the wedding ring. Money, opportunities, love. 

And the whole damn time, they were bleeding me dry. 

While I was pouring millions into their futures, they were Venmo ing Sebastian so he could live it up with Linda. 

While they were secretly FaceTiming him, I was cooking their favorite meals from scratch. 

While they were flying out on fake “business trips,” I was dropping eight figures to buy them a gaming company as a SURPRISE. 

treated them like FAMILY. 

They treated me like a piggy bank. 

trip away the Chase name, and what are they? Two foster kids I pulled out of nowhere. 

ime they remembered that. 

Carter. Miles.” My voice went ice cold. “You’ll address me as Miss Chase.” 

Carter’s jaw dropped. “Are you KIDDING me right now?! We’re not your EMPLOYEES-we’re your FAMILY!” 

Miles tried damage control. “Lola, come on… Sebastian just died. You’re not thinking straight—” 

Laughed. Sharp and mean. 

then I dropped the mask. Sweet, generous Lola was gone. What stood in front of them now was the billionaire heiress they’d been camming for decades. 

Not thinking straight? I’m thinking clearer than I EVER have.” 

They both went pale. 

arter’s fists clenched. Miles’s jaw ticked. Finally, they bent their heads. 

Yes… Miss Chase,” Carter bit out. “We just heard about Sebastian and we thought-” 

I don’t care what you thought.” 

turned back to the clerk. 

Stamp it.” 

Sebastian had pulled off quite the con-got himself an actual death certificate from the hospital and everything. 

The clerk checked it and stamped it without question. “Miss Chase, my condolences. Here’s the certificate.” 

I grabbed it and tossed it in my purse. 

Two seconds later, Carter’s phone started blowing up.

He shot me a nervous look before ducking into the corner to answer.

I caught enough to get the picture.

“How was I supposed to know she’d actually DO it?!”

“Wait, WHAT? They canceled your passport at the airport?!”

“Okay, okay, just stay calm. We’ll figure this out. Keep Linda comfortable, don’t let her worry.”

When he hung up, both he and Miles looked ready to murder me.

Before they could start, I cut them off.

“Put out an announcement. Tell everyone I’m looking for a new husband.”

Miles practically choked. “Sebastian JUST DIED and you’re already husband-shopping?! Are you trying to kill him twice?!”

Carter sneered. “You think you’re hot shit because you’re rich? without us, nobody would TOUCH you. You should be BEGGING us to marry you.”

I stared them down, ice cold.

“I don’t take orders from you. You take them from ME. Now go do what I said.”

They exchanged a nasty look.

“You think this’ll make us jealous? Make us propose?” Carter laughed. “You’re not worth HALF of what Linda is.”

“Fine. We’ll post your desperate little act. But don’t come crying to us when nobody wants you!”

Dad summoned me home immediately. Carter and Miles tried to follow.

I shut that down fast. “This is Chase family business. Not yours.”

They left fuming.

Dad looked worried when I arrived. “Lola, you loved Sebastian so much. Are you really sure about this?”

“Completely sure.”

He pulled an envelope from his desk. “Then I have someone in mind.”

I didn’t even look at it. “If you picked him, he’s perfect.”

Dad’s face relaxed into a smile. “Good. I’ll call Gideon Sinclair. He can be here in a week.”

My heart nearly stopped.

GIDEON SINCLAIR?!

Dad said Gideon was wrapping things up overseas and could fly back in seven days.

I spent that week relaxing while Carter and Miles stayed away, probably scheming something.

Finally, the day came. Gideon was landing that afternoon.

I was heading out when I saw him.

Sebastian. Standing at my front gate. Very much alive.

He’d ditched the designer clothes I bought him for some cheap T-shirt. He looked pathetic.

And clinging to him? Linda Brooks, tears streaming down her face while Carter and Miles comforted her.

So the fake death didn’t work, they got stuck at the airport, and now they’re back with their tails between their legs.

walked up, voice flat. “Sebastian. You’re not dead?”

Before he could answer, Linda jumped in front of him. “Miss Chase, do you have to be so cruel?! He’s your HUSBAND! Don’t you care

That he almost DIED?!”

I raised an eyebrow. “And who the hell are you to talk to me like that?”

She shrank back. Sebastian immediately stepped forward to protect her.

This woman SAVED MY LIFE. Who are you to disrespect her?!”