On My Deathbed, My Husband Brought His Mistress to Plan Their Future in My Home. But My Final Will Had a Surprise for Them.

Nine. Just then, Max’s heavy footsteps bounded up the stairs. Eve held her breath, praying for the task to be done in time.

The Asset Transfer

Eve lay in the hospital bed, her mind set on a plan. She utilized the eye - tracking software and blinked to open the encrypted communication with her estate lawyer, Mr. Reed.

On the screen, Mr. Reed leaned in, his voice coming through the earpiece. "Are you absolutely certain about this, Eve?" he asked gravely. "The prenuptial lets you do it, but it'll leave him penniless."

Eve stared intently at the screen. She was certain. With great effort, she clicked 'YES' and started typing letter by letter.

"Transfer every asset, the mansion, the firm’s shares to the Animal Rescue. Dogs understand loyalty, Mr. Reed. My husband does not," she typed, her determination unwavering.

Mr. Reed nodded grimly after reading her words. "I'll set up an irrevocable trust," he informed. "I'll execute it as soon as I get the death pronouncement."

Eve knew this was a critical step. She watched as Mr. Reed began to work on the details of the trust, his fingers moving on the keyboard.

Downstairs, the sounds of her husband having a jolly time with his mistress and friends continued. But Eve was focused on avenging her betrayal.

After a short while, Mr. Reed looked back at the camera. "The irrevocable trust is set," he confirmed. "He won't even have time to react."

Now came the most difficult part: the final signature. She had to keep her gaze fixed on the screen for ten unbroken seconds.

One. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, as if they were made of lead. But she fought to keep them open.

Two. The music downstairs grew louder, trying to distract her from her task.

Three. A sharp pain shot through her chest, but she gritted her teeth and held her gaze.

As she continued to endure. The plan was on the verge of being finalized. And she hoped her body would hold up.

The Struggle for the Signature

Eve stared at the screen, knowing that the final signature required a ten - second unbroken gaze. Her eyelids, heavy as lead, fought to stay open. The battle had just begun.

One second ticked by. The weight of her failing body bore down on her. But she remained focused on the task at hand. The screen a beacon of hope.

Two seconds elapsed. The music downstairs grew louder, a mockery of her struggle. Max and his friends were oblivious to the storm brewing above them.

Three seconds passed. A sharp pain lanced through her chest, making her gasp inwardly. She gritted her teeth and held on, determined not to falter.

Four seconds went by. She couldn't blink, couldn't look away. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, but she was steadfast.

Five seconds were counted. The oxygen monitor emitted frantic warning beeps. Her saturation was dropping rapidly, but she refused to give in.

Six seconds ticked off. “Stay with me, just a little longer!” she pleaded silently, her mind willing her body to endure.

Seven seconds passed. The beeping grew deafening, a constant reminder of her failing health. But she kept her gaze fixed on the screen.

Eight seconds went by. Her vision began to blur, and darkness crept in at the edges. Still, she fought to keep her eyes open.

Nine seconds elapsed. Max's heavy footsteps bounded violently up the stairs. The approaching danger only fueled her determination.

The screen flashed brilliant green: DOCUMENT EXECUTED. TRUST LOCKED. Relief washed over her, but she had to act quickly.

Just as Max burst through the bedroom door. Reeking of alcohol. Shouting. Eve instantly closed her eyes. Feigning unconsciousness.

The Success

Eve, with a steely determination, continued her battle. The oxygen monitor beeping wildly, she forced herself to keep her eyes fixed on the screen.

Each passing second felt like an eternity. The sharp pain in her chest was almost unbearable, but she didn't give in.

She thought about Max and his mistress downstairs, celebrating their so - called future. That thought fueled her resolve.

The music from downstairs seemed to get louder, trying to distract her. But Eve focused on the task at hand.

As the seconds ticked by, she could feel her strength waning. Her eyelids were so heavy, it was a struggle to keep them open.

Four seconds left. The oxygen saturation was dropping rapidly, and the beeps were becoming more urgent.

She gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain and the warning signs from her body. She was so close.

Three seconds remaining. Max's heavy footsteps on the stairs grew closer, sending a jolt of panic through her.

Two seconds. The blurring vision and encroaching darkness were making it difficult to see the screen clearly.

One second. Just as Max was about to burst into the room, the screen flashed green.

The document was executed. The trust was locked. Eve could finally let go, but she quickly closed her eyes as Max entered.

Max. Reeking of alcohol. Shouted. “What the hell is that beeping?!” Eve smiled internally. Knowing the trap was set.

The Anticipation

Eve lay there, the weight of her plan settled over her like a shroud. She could still hear Max's raucous laughter downstairs, mingled with the mistress's high - pitched giggles.

Her fingers twitched ever so slightly under the covers. The effort to keep her eyes closed as she'd done when Max burst in was taking a toll. Every breath was a battle.

But inside, there was a glimmer of something. A small, internal smile that started in the corners of her soul. It was the satisfaction of a well - laid plan.

She remembered the moment the screen flashed green, signaling the execution of the document. It had been a victory in the midst of her failing body.

The thought of Max's face. He realized everything was gone. When the reality of being left with nothing hit him. Brought a warmth to her cold heart.

The sounds from downstairs seemed more distant now. Eve focused on that smile within, drawing strength from the knowledge of the chaos to come.

Yet, a nagging doubt still lingered. Would she live long enough to see Max's world crumble? It was a question that haunted her like a shadow.

The medical equipment around her beeped steadily, a reminder of her fragile state. Each beep was a ticking clock counting down her time.

Eve knew that the moment Max found out about the will, his world would implode. It would be a beautiful, catastrophic sight.

She imagined him standing in the rain, homeless, with nowhere to go. The thought made her smile widen just a bit more.

But the room started to spin, and her vision blurred again. She clung to that internal smile, hoping it would carry her through.

Only time would tell if she'd live to see Max's downfall. For now, she held onto the hope and the sweet taste of revenge.