Chapter 13 Let Me Die
"I refuse! If you don't give me 160 thousand dollars, Zack, I won't sign my name!"
Holding onto the position of Mrs. Spencer and demanding 160 thousand dollars from Zackary was the best solution Penelope could think of to save Ethan, so she couldn't bring herself to sign the divorce papers.
But Zackary was too strong. No matter how she struggled, he still clutched her hand and signed her name on the papers.
He even forced her to make a thumbprint.
The divorce was final.
Zackary put the two copies of the divorce agreement into the binder. Penelope was instantly debilitated.
Zackary was the love of her life. She would still love him no matter how he tortured her.
She thought, one month later, when she was buried in the ground, "Zackary's wife" would be engraved on her tombstone. But now, he had nothing to do with her.
Whether he married again or not would no longer concern her.
Penelope lay prone by the bed. She looked up, her face streaked with tears.
"Zack, I'm begging you. Give me 160 thousand dollars. I know you hate me to the guts. I know you wish I could die. For the sake of our marriage, can you borrow me 160 thousand dollars?"
"I have cancer. Terminal stomach cancer. Your wish will soon be granted. Please, give me 160 thousand dollars. Please, save Ethan!"
Stomach cancer?
Terminal?
Zackary knitted his brows. The word "die" cut her heart like a knife.
He looked at the woman with mixed emotions. She was pale, haggard, and disheveled. Did she really have cancer?
Almost instantly, Zackary negated what he thought. She was always as fit as a fiddle. How could she get cancer?
This woman was a fraud. She was good at winning sympathy. He wouldn't fall for it!
"You're dead to me anyway!"
Zackary narrowed his cold eyes, his lips curled into a sneer.
"Besides, Penelope, you won't die alone. That bastard son will join you!"
Zackary steadfastly turned around and walked out of the room.
Not until the door was slammed shut did Penelope recover from the pain.
She was dead to him! She wouldn't die alone because the bastard son would join her!
She spent half of her life loving the wrong guy. What she got in return was his indifference and spiteful remarks.
She felt her heart pierced by thousands of arrows, but the pain was not so great.
"Zack, the death would only set me free."
Penelope had dressed her wounds, but the ones cut deeper were still hurting like hell.
Plus the frequent pain caused by terminal cancer, Penelope began to doubt her life. She broke out in a cold sweat and curled into a ball at the end of the bed.
The phone started ringing, sounding like a death march. It was an unknown number. Penelope hesitated and picked it up.
The caller was a director. She used to play a walk-on role in his movie. He said he wanted to shoot a music video. She was suitable for the lead, and the MV would help her become famous.
Penelope was a dying woman. She never thought about rising to fame. The 16,000 dollars reward was the reason that she took the role.
16,000 dollars was little compared to 160 thousand dollars, but it gave Ethan a bigger chance to survive.
The director asked Penelope to meet at a hotel. She knew there were some hidden rules in showbiz. She had concerns about the meeting place. However, the director said they would only discuss the plot tonight with some other staff, including men and women. She needn't worry.
Since the director assured her, it would make Penelope seem pretentious to turn him down.
Penelope wore a long-sleeved shirt to cover her wounds. She put on makeup to lighten her face, took the painkillers, and rushed to the hotel.
Penelope stood outside the room. The door suddenly opened as a plump big hand yanked her in.