After They Destroyed My Family, I Came Back from the Dead Chapter 2

I aimed my camera and took a series of clear, damning photos of the two of them, huddled together in their state of undress.

There wasn’t a trace of fear in their eyes. Lewis even had the gall to smirk at me.

“You can’t really blame me, Kevin,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “You just couldn’t satisfy her.”

He draped an arm around Phoebe. “A woman’s heart follows her body. It’s just nature.”

Words from a scumbag like him could make a man choke on his own blood.

And this was my best friend. The one who had set me up with Phoebe in the first place. I had been so grateful to him, thinking I’d found a beautiful, gentle woman. I never imagined they’d end up like this, in my bed.

But this time, his words couldn’t touch me.

In my past life, I had been a wreck. I fell apart, wondering what I’d done wrong to deserve a betrayal so deep from the two people I trusted most.

Now? I wouldn’t waste a second on self-doubt.

Because I knew, with absolute certainty, that this wasn’t normal. It wasn’t logical.

Phoebe and Lewis weren’t the people I thought they were. They were wolves in sheep’s clothing.

“You son of a bitch!” Ryan couldn’t take it anymore. “Kevin treated you like a brother, and you sleep with his fiancée?”

He lunged for Lewis, and I grabbed him, holding him back with all my strength.

Ryan’s face was purple with rage. “Let me go, Kevin! I’ll teach them a lesson for you. You don’t need to get your hands dirty.”

I knew how much this hurt him. He was genuinely happy for me, hoping I’d finally found someone to build a life with.

But I also knew the price of a moment’s satisfaction. It had cost me everything—my family, my life. I couldn’t imagine what became of my mom in the ICU after I died.

“It’s not worth it,” I said, my grip firm, my voice steady.

“Wrecking our own lives over these two? It’s not worth it.”

My calm, rational gaze seemed to cut through his anger, and Ryan slowly relaxed his fists.

“Just break it off with her, man,” he said.

“You’ll find someone else. You can’t marry this... this trash.”

The others murmured in agreement. They took my lead, shelving the idea of violence. But words weren't illegal, and they unleashed a torrent of insults that left the pair on the bed speechless.

Yet, Phoebe and Lewis showed no remorse. They dressed slowly, their eyes filled with mockery as they watched me and my furious friends.

“Break it off?” Phoebe finally said, a smirk playing on her lips. “Fine by me, Kevin. Let’s see who chickens out!”

Hearing those words, my heart sank with a grim certainty.

This was it. Breaking the engagement was the trigger. She was goading me into it so she could claim the gold I gave her was fake.

I wouldn’t be her puppet this time.

I took a deep breath and, with a few taps, sent the photos I’d just taken to a massive group chat.

“By the way,” I said, meeting her gaze. “I’ve gone ahead and announced your little affair to everyone.”

“You two can enjoy the pictures.”

With that, I turned to my friends. “Let’s go.”

“Kevin, don’t let it get to you,” they said, trying to comfort me on the way out. “Finding out before the wedding is actually a blessing in disguise…”

I assured them I was fine. Then I dialed my mom.

“Mom, I’m coming home now,” I said, my voice urgent. “If Phoebe or her mother calls you, don’t answer. Don’t reply to any texts. Just ignore them completely.”