Alex and Chloe NovelAfter My Wife Faked Her Death in a Plane Crash, I Sold Our House and Ran Away

The first thing I did after learning my wife died in a plane crash? I frantically offloaded all our assets at rock-bottom prices and bolted overnight.

Why? Because in my past life, after my wife died, she left behind thirty million in debt.

To pay it off, I had to give our son to my mother-in-law.

I worked three jobs, around the clock, while also looking after my wife's entire extended family.

I pushed myself until I was completely broken.

Ten years later, riding the internet boom, I finally paid off the debt and grew my company into a powerhouse, only to be diagnosed with stomach cancer.

In my final moments, I saw my supposedly dead wife appear with a strange man, holding our son, Liam, and another little girl.

"Thank you, Alex, for all your hard work these past years. Now, the four of us can live comfortably off your money. Oh, and neither of these children are yours."

I was so enraged I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my wife faked her death.




"Sir, my condolences."

"Alex, try to stay strong."

My phone vibrated endlessly in my pocket, buzzing with sympathy texts from relatives and friends.

On TV, the anchor solemnly reported the news of Atlantic Airways Flight 730's disappearance, confirming all onboard were presumed dead.

And my wife, Chloe, was on that plane.

In my previous life, when I saw that news, I fainted on the spot.

When I woke up, a collection notice from the bank greeted methirty million dollars.

Chloe had used our marital home and my company as collateral to take out a thirty-million-dollar loan.

My life, from that day on, plunged into absolute darkness.

But now, looking at Chloe's photo on the TV, my heart felt nothing. In fact, I wanted to laugh.

Perfect. If you want to play games, Chloe, let's play a big one.

I dialed my real estate agent, Mr. Henderson.

"Alex? Calling so late? Is everything alright?"

"Mr. Henderson, I need a favor. My villa, the two apartments downtown, and the office building my company ownsI need you to list them all. Urgent sale."

There was a few seconds of silence on Mr. Henderson's end. He was clearly stunned.

"Alex, you what are you saying? The market's terrible right now, an urgent sale will mean a huge loss. You'll lose at least"

"Sell them no matter the loss."

I cut him off.

"One condition: all funds must be in my account within three days."

After hanging up, I didn't pause for a moment. I dialed another number.

"I need you to track someone down. Chloe. And a man she's been in close contact with recently, Daniel Hayes."

The person on the other end was a buddy I'd helped out years ago. He was a private investigator now, with some seriously shady connections.

"Alex, track down Chloe? What's going on?"

"She's not dead."

I said calmly,

"She's with that man, Daniel Hayes. Find their current location for me, the sooner the better."

After arranging everything, I finally had time to glance at my phone.

Dozens of missed calls, all from my mother-in-law, Martha Peterson, and my wife's useless brother, Kevin Peterson.