Fatal Priorities：He Chose Her Dog novel Chapter 8

“Molly, I’ve made up my mind.” Robert lowered his eyes, and in his dark gaze, there was a mix of determination and some other emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. “Let’s get married in a while.”

“Really?” A flash of joy lit up in Molly’s eyes.

I had imagined that Robert would marry Molly after my death.

I just didn’t expect that he’d be so eager to marry her so soon after I was gone.

Maybe he was busy preparing for the wedding, as Robert started leaving early and coming back late every day.

Sometimes, he wouldn’t show up at all.

Molly, on the other hand, barely left the house, spending most of her time idly.

One day, after finishing a phone call, she impatiently pushed open the door.

To my surprise, the person who walked in wasn’t Robert but a stranger.

I stared intently at this man, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, though I couldn’t place it.

The man pulled Molly into his arms, and his words sent chills down my spine.

“Babe, I’ve carried a life on my back for you this time. Once you marry into the wealthy family, you better not betray me, or else I…” The man paused, his tone laced with a hint of threat.

Molly nestled into his embrace, smiling sweetly. “Don’t worry, once I marry Robert, I’ll be Mrs. Wright. By then, all of Robert’s assets will belong to us.”

With that, she threw herself at him, and they became entangled.

At that moment, I finally remembered everything.

This man wasn’t just anyone—he was the same one who drove the car that crashed into me.

I finally understood that my death wasn’t an accident.

It had been a plot, carefully orchestrated by Molly and this man.

Knowing the truth, I felt a wave of weakness and a deep sense of sorrow.

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