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Chapter 4

Author: WeeWoo
The cross was the only thing I had left of my mother.

After she died, Alexander had arranged for a jeweler to place a small portion of her ashes inside it without damaging the pendant.

He’d done it because he couldn’t bear to see me grieve.

Now Celeste wanted it.

Alexander looked at the cross.

For a moment, he hesitated.

Celeste began to cry.

“It’s okay, Alex. I don’t deserve anything of hers. I’m just the woman carrying your babies.”

She touched her stomach.

“I only wish our little one didn’t have to suffer with me.”

His hesitation disappeared.

“She only needs to borrow it,” he told me. “You’ll get it back after the birth.”

“Alexander, it’s my mother’s—”

“She’s been dead for years, Claire. Stop being so emotional. Besides, if your mother can protect Celeste and the baby, that’s a blessing for you, too.”

He held out his hand.

“Give me the necklace. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I knew he wouldn’t let this go.

He’d destroyed my roses over a scratch on Celeste’s finger. He could just as easily destroy the last thing my mother had left me.

My hands shook as I unclasped the chain.

Celeste reached for it.

“So your mom’s ashes are in here?” Something ugly flashed in her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of—”

She let go.

The pendant struck the floor.

Its hidden compartment snapped open.

Ashes scattered across the tiles.

I reached out to stop her from stepping back.

Before I touched her, she clutched her stomach and stumbled.

Then she hit the floor.

“Claire! Please don’t push me!”

I froze.

Alexander shoved me aside and slapped me across the face.

The blow knocked me down.

My cheek swelled. A high ringing filled my ears.

“Claire Bennett! If anything happens to her, you’ll pay with your life!”

He lifted Celeste and ran out.

I stayed on my knees.

With trembling fingers, I tried to gather the ashes from the floor.

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

My tears fell among them.

“I loved the wrong man. I’m so sorry.”

Later, I lay on the bed holding what little I’d managed to save.

Someone grabbed me and hauled me upright.

I opened my eyes to Alexander’s furious face.

“She’s carrying my child, and this is how you treat her? You should be grateful to her!”

His grip hurt.

“Why would you do something so sick? What happened to you?”

Before I could answer, he threw something at my face.

A crude cloth doll.

Pins covered its body.

Celeste’s name and date of birth were written across it.

“She went into premature labor. She’s in intensive care, and they don’t know if she’ll survive.”

His voice shook with anger.

“This is your fault.”

I looked down at the doll.

It was such an obvious setup.

He hadn’t investigated. He hadn’t asked me a single question.

Someone had handed him this thing, and that was all the proof he needed.

I was too exhausted to speak.

He took my silence as a confession.

Ignoring my struggling, he dragged me out of bed and shoved me into his car.

Then he drove to the hospital.

Once we were inside, he kicked me to my knees outside the operating room.

“Stay there and pray for forgiveness. You don’t get up until she’s out of danger and agrees to forgive you.”

A dull ache spread through my lower stomach.

My baby.

I reached for his sleeve.

Before I could speak, a middle-aged woman came hurrying down the corridor.

Celeste’s mother.

A man in elaborate ceremonial robes followed her, carrying a bottle.

“Alexander, this is the priest my daughter’s gone to since she was a little girl. He brought holy water.”

She pointed at me.

“If the person who cursed her drinks it, Celeste and the baby will be safe.”

The liquid in the bottle was cloudy.

Cold spread through my body.

I backed away.

Alexander’s bodyguards caught me before I could take another step.

“Drink it, Claire,” he said. “Once Celeste’s safe, I’ll talk to her for you. She has a good heart. She’ll forgive you.”

I shook my head.

“I didn’t do anything. I’m not drinking that.”

He sighed, as though I were being difficult over nothing.

Then he turned his back.

“Hold her down.”
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