The Fake Suicide

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The wedding ceremony was in full swing when my husband's female best friend sent him a message.

"I wish you happiness. Goodbye, my boy."

Attached was a photo of a blood-streaked wrist and a crimson-stained fruit knife.

Zane looked at me, his eyes frantic. "Vivian has severe depression. If I don't go right now, she's going to die!"

I smiled calmly and said, "Fine. Go."

Then, I slid off the diamond ring he had just placed on my finger and tossed it into the trash can.

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