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So I figured being one of those kind of people we'd cut a deal. He'd get a portrait and I'd get to die. We didn't make it a complex plan because I didn't really envision it lasting very long. I didn't even want to appear dead for very long. So no name change or new identity, passports or any of that.
I just wanted Kat to think that I died for long enough to break her guilt cycle and let her move on. So I let my folks in on the whole plan, they really didn't like it. But also really couldn't see anything wrong with it, and everyone knew she had to let go and move on. Maybe my death would shock her enough to clear that guilt.
The plan was simple, I'd go to his home village. Where he had a favorite relative, who was a policeman. Paint a portrait and a half. After drinking heavily in a tavern. Drive my car off a tall embankment, according to the police report. Ship back a bunch of clothes and old paint set, a half finished portrait, and forged copies of some of my paper work, plus a DNA report.
My cremated remains would be delayed 'quite a while' by 'red tape'. The forged papers were the intentional weak link. They would only stand up to a cursory examination by a lay person. Someone with any knowledge of papers would spot them as fraud right away.
It seemed to all go really well. The one time that I talked to Mom, she said that Kat had come over and expressed her condolences. Seemed really sad but not completely broken up. The only thing that she asked for, was to see the painting that had been shipped back with my possessions.
That's why I'd made one to sent back, I knew that it would be the one piece of 'evidence' that she'd believe. That I'd really been there.
Three weeks, 21 days after my supposed death, Kat's heart gave out.
She was buried three days later.
I'm bound for a plane to Ireland and Father Egan.
Wondering if God will forgive me.
Or I can forgive myself.
She died at 37.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous2 months agoPretty deep but I wish I knew why she cheated and for how long. Not needed at all! Just me wanting.
I liked it. Way over the top and I would have not faked my death. I would have just kept on living.
Why did she work when she was worth 5.5 million? Get a job if need be but why at the same place that caused all of this?
Anonymous2 months agoOne of the few LW stories where my revulsion for the aggrieved husband is higher than fir the cheating wife. And we aren't even talking murder here. The worst part? Not even faking his death. Which is terrible. And ended up killing her. But it is he knew she was severely guilty yo thr point she had a psychosis. And he coukd have come back, just enough to help her get back to some form of sanity. And instead dhe did the faking his death. Eff Jeremy. Knee he 2as a coward from the first story but not someone who.would end up driving his ex wife to her death. Good luck with forgiveness of any type you emotional turd.
Anonymous2 months agoToo sad. Jeremy's "plan" was crazy and disastrous. He will live with guilt and his own self immolation the rest of his life. Part 1 was better, though I personally would never do the craven, disappearing act. But at least part 1 was well written. This went down a "too dark" rabbit hole. Clearly neither Jeremy nor Kat were mentally stable even before the Glimpse in the first chapter. 4 stars
Anonymous5 months ago5 Every person who claims to love their spouse should read this. Maybe that would prevent cheating.
