Chapter 20

Samantha

TONIGHT is Dylan's birthday celebration. Everyone in our mansion are greeting us as they spend the night with my evil husband who's smiling like a freaking angel—hiding his true colors rotting smell of evilness.

“So, my wife here needs so much care. We aren't really expecting this to happen. L-Losing a child is—is so h-heartnreaking.” 

I stared blankly at Dylan's face. He's acting as if he was really hurt and brokenhearted. I pressed my lips together and went upstairs. I don't wanna talk with those people. They won't help me, anyway.

I lazily dropped my body on the bed and squeezed my eyes closed. Few minutes later, and I heard the sliding door in the balcony of the bedroom. I turned my gaze to that direction and my eyes widened in shock. “Jacob?”

Jacob is standing by the sliding door, and he's holding a one tulip flower. He smiled and handed me the flower. “Good evening, beautiful.”