Billionaire Visits His Abandoned Home, But Shocked to See His Dead Wife Living There With His Son.

She closed her eyes, remembering.

“It was still raining. The road was dark and slippery. When I got to the bridge, I parked the car like she told me to. I left my wallet, my phone, my ID, everything. I got out of the car.”

“And then what happened?”

Nathan asked. Evelyn opened her eyes. They were full of tears and pain.

“Then your mother’s men came back,”

she said.

“They drove up in another car. They got out and I watched them for gasoline all over that old car. The car I had just been sitting in.”

Nathan’s hands started shaking.

“They set it on fire,”

Evelyn whispered.

“Right there on the bridge. The whole car went up in flames. I could feel the heat from where I was standing. I could smell the smoke. It was It was horrible.”

“But you weren’t in it,”

Nathan said, trying to understand.

“You got out first.”

“Yes,”

Evelyn said.

“But anyone who found that car would think I was. My wallet was in there. My ID, my phone, everything that proved I was Evelyn Martinez Cole. Everything burned.”

She looked at Nathan with eyes that had seen too much pain.

“Your mother drove up one more time,”

Evelyn said.

“She rolled down her window and threw an envelope at my feet. Then she said, ‘You’re dead now, Evelyn. Officially dead. That’s what the police will think. That’s what my son will think. And if you ever try to come back, if you ever try to contact Nathan, if you ever try to tell anyone the truth, I’ll make sure you really do die. And I’ll make sure that baby dies, too.’”

Nathan felt like he was going to throw up or pass out or both.

“Then she drove away,”

Evelyn said,

“and left me there, pregnant, alone in the rain, with nothing but the clothes on my back and an envelope with $5,000 in it.”