His Last Lie The Billionaire's Dying Secret

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One wrong letter on a booking confirmation. That was all it took for the secretary to send my in-laws straight into a flood zone.

Roads destroyed. Disease spreading. And then came the callmy mother- and father-in-law, stranded, begging for help.

I rushed to arrange a charter flight to bring them home, only to be stopped cold at the finance department door by Emily Summers herself.

"A two-million-dollar charter request?" She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "The company doesn't have that kind of money lying around. And even if it did, this doesn't fall under reimbursable expenses. Mrs. Mason, please don't make our lives harder than they already are."

She rejected it without a second thought. Then she planted herself in front of the finance team like she owned the place, ordering them not to release a single cent, trampling over me with every word.

"Mrs. Mason, you've been playing housewife for so long you've forgotten how the corporate world works. Maybe stop embarrassing yourself and let the professionals handle things."

I lost it.

My palm connected with her cheek so hard the sound echoed through the corridor.

And that slap cost me my marriage.

Hudson didn't show up early. He didn't show up late. He showed up at the exact moment my hand left Emily's face.

He'd just wrapped up an international conference call. The deal must have gone wellthere was a trace of a smile on his lips when he stepped off the elevator. It vanished the instant he saw Emily clutching her cheek.

In front of the entire company, Hudson Mason strode toward me, his voice slicing through the air like a blade.

"Sybilla Delgado, have you completely lost your mind? What kind of scene are you making in my office?"

He cupped Emily's face with his thumb, stroking the reddened skin with a tenderness I hadn't seen in years. His eyes were soft, almost achingand he didn't care that every employee on the floor was watching.

Emily, of course, played her part beautifully. She scrambled to her feet, all trembling hands and wide, wounded eyes, putting on a pitiful little performance while begging Hudson not to be angry on her account.

"Mr. Mason, you work so hard already. Please don't get upset over something this small. Just pretend you didn't see it, okay?"

"How am I supposed to pretend I didn't see this?"

Hudson's voice had gone hoarse. He shot me a look over his shoulder, barely containing his fury. If looks could kill, I would have died several times over.

But I didn't have time for his temper. I had people to save.

The news reports were piling up, one after another. Casualty numbers climbing. The disaster zone expanding by the hour. Floodwaters carrying disease in every direction. The whole region was in chaos.

My in-laws were simple people. They didn't know anyone out there. They barely spoke without their regional accent slipping through. And both of them had chronic conditionsif the stress triggered a flare-up, it could be fatal.

I pushed past Emily and shoved the expense authorization form into Hudson's hands. I barely got half a sentence out before he tore it to shreds without even glancing at it.

"Hudson, this is urgent. Your parents are in danger"

"Don't you dare use my parents as leverage. That's your only trick, isn't it? Piss me off, then hide behind them. Have you no shame?"

Two sentences. Sharp as a knife. Then he grabbed Emily's hand and walked away.

I chased after him, shouting at his back, begging him to sign off on the two million. Every single person in that building saw it. Some of them looked at me with pity. A few seemed genuinely moved.

Hudson didn't turn around.

Seven years of marriage, and I'd lost count of how many times I'd watched him walk away like thatcold, unreachable, already gone. But this time cut deeper than any before. This time, something about his retreating figure made my blood run cold.

After that, I couldn't reach him at all.

So I figured it out on my own.

I sold everything. Every designer bag, every piece of jewelry, every luxury item I'd accumulated over seven years as Mrs. Mason. It came to a million dollars. I called the charter company, tried to negotiatefly them out first, I'll wire the rest later. But resources were scarce in the disaster zone. When the world was falling apart, they dealt in cash, not promises.

Out of options, I turned to Hudson's closest friends. I even brought a lawyer to draw up a formal IOU. All I needed was another million to bring two elderly people home alive.

They agreed immediately. Told me to meet them at a spa downtown.

When I walked through the door, I wasn't prepared for what I found.

Hudson was inside. So was Emily. He was down on one knee in front of her, personally tending to the bruise on her face, applying some kind of restorative treatment with his own hands.

They spotted me and shared a laugh, perfectly synchronized. Hudson didn't even glance up. He kept attending to Emily, hands steady, utterly unbothered by my presence.

"Hudson, quit fussing over her and look. Your wife actually showed up."

"Told you she would." Emily's voice dripped with satisfaction. "She's like a dog with a bone. Won't quit until she gets what she wants."

Hudson let out a cold scoff, then leaned down close to Emily's ear, murmuring something soft that coaxed her to turn her head slightly and roll onto her side. He offered to wash her hair himself.

Emily was thrilled. Anyone could see it. But she put on a show of wide-eyed innocence, pressing a hand to her chest like her heart might burst from the attention.

"Oh no, Mr. Mason, you really shouldn't. That's so beneath someone of your status. I'd feel terrible."

"Don't worry about it. I want to do this for you. How could it possibly be beneath me?"

Her cheeks flushed crimson, the color spreading to the tips of her ears. She'd fallen straight into his trap of affection, and his friends piled on, egging them both forward until Emily didn't know which way was up.

"Wow, Emily, you really hit the jackpot. I've never seen our Mr. Mason this devoted to any woman. Washing her hair with his own two hands? That's not just thoughtful, that's downright worship."

"Seriously. The man's an iceberg with everyone else, but around you he turns into a peacock in mating season, fanning his feathers for all he's worth, desperate to make sure you see how good he is to you. I think he's actually fallen hard."

Hudson chuckled low in his throat and told them to knock it off before they embarrassed Emily. Meanwhile, I stood there like a ghost. Invisible. Watching.

Alerts flooded my phone one after another. The death toll in the disaster zone was climbing fast. Infections had already broken out in areas where temperatures were rising. The situation was spiraling, and it wasn't slowing down.

My in-laws hadn't replied to a single message. No calls, either. There was a very real chance they were in serious trouble.

I knew I couldn't wait any longer. Every second mattered. I pushed past my humiliation and urged them again to lend me the remaining million dollars.

The group exchanged glances. Nobody said yes. Nobody said no. Every pair of eyes drifted toward Hudson.

He raised his head slowly, and at last, his true purpose surfaced.

"You don't need to borrow anything. I'll give you two million, no strings attached. But I have one condition. Agree to it, and the money's yours immediately."

"What condition?"

"Sign the divorce papers. The moment your name hits that line, I transfer the funds. You have one week to move out of my house."

He reached into Emily's bag with practiced ease and pulled out a divorce agreement, tossing it at my feet. Two condom packets tumbled out with it. He didn't flinch, didn't scramble to hide them. If anything, he wanted me to see. Wanted it to be the thing that finally killed whatever hope I had left, so I'd walk away for good.

I gripped the papers, and something inside me went cold. But beneath the chill was a fury that burned white-hot.

"What is this? Those are your parents out there. You're the one who should be saving them. Instead, you're using a million dollars to blackmail me into a divorce?"

"Save the speech. All you need to do is sign." His tone didn't waver. "If it weren't for those two, I never would have married you in the first place. I've endured seven years of this. It's over."

While the words left his mouth, his hand drifted to Emily's cheek, stroking it gently. Right in front of me. Then he leaned down and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to her forehead.

Emily let out a soft whimper, palms flat against his chest in a performance of reluctance. A heartbeat later, his mouth found hers, and the kiss turned consuming, the two of them tangled together like the rest of the world had ceased to exist.

I stood frozen. For a long moment, I couldn't move, couldn't look away.

Then I reached into my pocket, pulled out a pen, and signed the divorce papers.

"It's done. Transfer the money."

A notification chimed on my phone. The remaining million had landed. With two million dollars secured, I dialed the charter rescue team immediately, my voice steady and clear.

Get his parents out. As fast as humanly possible.

I thought everything would go smoothly, but right before the charter flight took off, the crew called me in a panic.

"The gentleman's condition isn't good. His wife says he has a heart condition, and with the severe weather hererain, flooding, everything waterlogged and impassablehe's had a serious scare. He's gone into cardiac arrest. There aren't any decent medical facilities in the area, so we're putting him on the plane and bringing him back. But I can't promise he'll make it. You need to prepare yourself."

Before I could say a word, there was a deafening crash on the other end of the line, followed by people screaming. Two minutes later, the signal tower collapsed.

After that, I couldn't get through at all. Two days passed before the plane finally landed, and it brought the news I'd been dreading.

"We got the gentleman out, but he died on the plane halfway back."

I staggered forward. Paige was on her knees, her legs too weak to hold her, her voice shredded raw from crying. She had draped her own coat over Grant Mason's face, clutching him as though she could hold him in this world a little longer.

"Sybilla... Sybilla..." Her voice broke. "Your father-in-law... he's gone."

I rushed to her and wrapped my arms around her. She collapsed against me, sobbing so hard her whole body shook. Crumpled in her fist was a glossy travel brochurecherry blossoms, blue skies, a paradise that had never been meant for her.

Hudson had planned to send them both on a vacationsomewhere beautiful, somewhere they could see the flowers in bloom and breathe fresh air. But Emily had deliberately booked the wrong tickets, routing them straight into a disaster zone.

His parents, trusting and unsuspecting, had been shipped off to a nightmare. They'd spent days surrounded by terror, watched lives snuffed out around them, and were only pulled out when it was already too late. Everything had changed.

Guilt gnawed at me until I could barely breathe. I kept blaming myself, over and over.

"This is my fault. If I'd handled the arrangements myself instead of letting Emily do it, none of this would have happened."

Paige's eyes brimmed with tears again. She pulled me close, told me not to blame myself, and asked me to help her take care of the funeral.

Seven days later, Grant was cremated and laid to rest. Paige had survived, but the woman who came back was a hollow shell. Every spark of life had drained out of her. She was running on sheer willpower alone, and the only thing she kept saying, again and again, was that she needed to see Hudson.

Hudson never showed. Not once. He wasn't at the office, either. I only found out where he was after scrolling through his and Emily's social media.

He'd taken Emily to the Maldives. The two of them were having the time of their lives.

Emily had posted a photo of an enormous diamond ring on her finger, captioned with four words in bold: "Officially on the job." As if she wanted the entire world to know that Hudson and I were divorced.

Meanwhile, with my help, Paige filed a police report. She was determined to make Emily answer for what she'd done.

The moment Emily and Hudson touched down at the airport, the police were waiting. Emily was arrested on the spot.

I followed right behind the officers. Emily's face was white with panic, and she clung to Hudson like a drowning woman, refusing to let go. But Hudson didn't look nervous. He didn't look concerned for her at all. Instead, the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his mouthso subtle most people would have missed it.

That was when I knew. Emily had walked straight into Hudson's trap.

"Hudson, save me! Help me, please!" she begged, her voice pitching higher. "I just made one tiny mistake and they called the police on me. Tell themexplain it to them!"

Hudson turned back to her, his voice still gentle, still reassuring.

"The innocent have nothing to fear. Just cooperate with the investigation. The police will clear your name."

Emily went quiet instantly. The fear drained from her face, replaced by blind trust. She stopped struggling, stopped pleading, and let the officers lead her away without another word.

She actually believed he would come for her. Believed he wouldn't hold a workplace mistake against her. She had no idea she was already dancing on the end of his strings.

I still couldn't make sense of what I'd just seen. When Hudson got into his car, I climbed in right after him, shut the door, and asked him point-blank what the hell he was doing.

"You never actually liked Emily, did you? All of thatindulging her, letting her run wildit was deliberate. You were baiting her into making mistakes."

Hudson's lips curved into a half-smile, that same devil-may-care mask he always wore. But behind it, something shifted in his eyesa flicker of genuine respect.

"Can't get anything past you, can I? You figured it out just like that." He tilted his head. "Even Emily bought it. She was convinced I'd actually fallen for her. But I could never fool you."

A chill crawled up my spine, settling deep in my bones.

"So you knew. You knew Emily bought the wrong plane tickets. Why did you let her send your parents to a disaster zone?"

"To punish them."

His expression went cold. Flat. Like a door slamming shut. The warmth drained from his eyes, replaced by something so deep and frigid it made me swallow the next question whole.

That was when I finally understood: Hudson had never forgiven his parents. Not once. Not ever.

The truth of his past was something I'd only pieced together after our marriage. Hudson's wealth, his empirenone of it came from his birth parents. He'd been abandoned two days after he was born, left on the side of a road. A local tycoon had found him, taken him in, and raised him as his own, giving the boy his surname and the name Hudson.

That man had been good to him. More than good. He'd left Hudson everythingthe properties, the business, the fortune. And when Hudson was diagnosed with a serious illness as a teenager, his adoptive father had spared no expense tracking down his biological parents. He'd even paid them a sum of money, asking only that they donate bone marrow to save the boy they'd thrown away.

Hudson recovered. His adoptive father did not. The old man's health deteriorated, and within a few years, he was gone.

That was when Hudson's biological parents resurfaced, promising to take care of him. They had an explanation ready: it wasn't them who'd abandoned him, they said. It was his grandparents. Too many children in the family. Hudson had been one too many, so they'd left him on the roadside. His real parents, they claimed, had searched for him for years.

Hudson didn't buy it. He couldn't. Whatever love they offered, he had no way to return it. But out of a sense of dutyconscience, maybehe'd lived with them for several years. Partly to observe. Partly to give them a chance. And partly, I think, because the bitterness and resentment inside him needed somewhere to go.

I hadn't known any of this before the wedding. When we first met, I'd naively assumed Hudson and his parents had a decent relationshipdistant, maybe, but only because he wasn't the type to show affection easily.

We'd been introduced through his parents, in fact. He'd chosen me because my social circle was small, my family background uncomplicated. Practical. Low-maintenance. Good enough to build a life with.

So he married me.

We fell in love after the wedding, not before. And for a while, those years were genuinely happy. But Hudson never wanted children.

By the fifth year, he started pulling away. Most nights we barely exchanged three sentences. In the sixth year, he suggested separate bedrooms. By the seventh, there was Emily.

...

Tears blurred my vision. I blinked them back hard, dragging my wandering thoughts to the present, forcing myself to stay on topic.

"Why? Why suddenly decide to punish them? Did something happen? Couldn't you have just confronted them? And why drag me into itwhy the divorce?"

Hudson answered without hesitation.

"Because you're one of them. And that disgusts me."

Before I could even process the words, blood trickled from his nosebright red, sudden. He swiped at it carelessly with the back of his hand, and in that same instant something in him snapped. His whole demeanor changed. He lunged across the seat, shoved the door open, and pushed me out of the car.