Pregnant and Alone: His Family's Fatal Decision

After I had gotten pregnant, my boyfriend, Ben Miller, brought me to his hometown to visit his family.Ben's grandmother, Edith Dent, took just one glance at my swollen belly and let out a disconcerting wail. Then, she slammed her head into the living room wall.Blood splattered across the entire wall. However, she didn't die instantly. What frightened us was that Edith's eyes were wide open. A stream of blood seeped out of each eye.Her once kind and gentle expression was now full of horror, as though she had seen something utterly terrifying.The scene was deeply unsettling.Ben's mother, Betty Clark, fainted several times. Meanwhile, his father, Hank Miller, sobbed uncontrollably as he clutched Edith's body.A neighbor had rushed over upon hearing the commotion. He kindly pointed out that Edith seemed to have something she wanted to say before passing. Thus, we all fell silent, trying to catch her final words.But in the end, only Hank heard them. Edith whispered a secret to

Under pressure from the public, the police showed up again the very next day.Betty had returned to her parents' home while Ben was at work. So, I was the only one left at home to answer the police's questions.The officer tactfully asked, "Edith Dent was getting on in years. Is it possible she had some sort of mental condition? Maybe you didn't notice, but she might've already been confused for a while."I thought back carefully, sifting through every little memory I had of Edith over the past three years. In the end, I firmly shook my head."That's impossible. Edith had health checkups twice a year and just did her latest one half a month ago. She was in great health with no signs of dementia or anything like that," I replied.The officer looked a bit disappointed at my answer. After a brief pause, he asked again, "What about your boyfriend's father? We heard work has not been going well for him lately, and his company is planning to lay him off. Maybe he was embarrassed by this

I had originally thought that the secret Edith left behind would at least be something earth-shattering. Or perhaps she had been consumed by hatred for something. So much so that she chose to die so resolutely and even wore a terrified expression in her final moments.However, it wasn't like that at all. This secret was incredibly mundane. It was so ordinary that you could hear it dozens of times just walking down any random street.Over 100 thousand people had witnessed Ben vomit blood and die through the livestream. For a few seconds, the comment feed went dead silent. Then, it exploded in a frenzy.Viewers took screenshots and screen recordings, trying to capture the clearest images to use as gossip material.I sat on the floor, weeping. However, there was no time to grieve over Ben. My brain was forced to race ahead to try to make sense of the real reason Hank, Betty, Edith, and Ben took their own lives.I remained on the floor until the police burst in, shut down the livestre

I stayed hidden for a long time. It wasn't until my due date approached that I finally stepped out of the rented room, dragging my heavy body with me.But to my surprise, someone was already waiting downstairs.The man's hair was streaked with gray, and he wore silver-framed glasses. His features were gentle, and his smile was warm and refined.I didn't know who this man was and had never seen him before. That being said, the moment I laid eyes on him, I felt a rush of joy. After painfully guarding this secret for so many days, I could finally bring it to an end myself.Carrying my hospital bag, I carefully approached the man. Seeing how much difficulty I was having, the man kindly offered to carry my bag for me.Smiling gratefully at him, I said, "Thank you."The man smiled gently as he shook his head. "It's nothing."He didn't allow me to take the bus and instead invited me to ride in his car."I happened to see the livestream that day and witnessed Ben's death. I've been try

Francis smiled sinisterly. It was part mockery and part excitement.I felt unusually calm. It was as though his taunting had nothing to do with me at all.I asked him, "You've been gone for over 20 years. Now, you've come looking for me. Don't tell me it's to put on some fake father-daughter reunion?"Francis sighed. His voice was full of regret when he spoke. "Your heart from all those years ago is failing. I need another one. I had given up already, but then you got pregnant. My daughter, you don't want this mistake of a child to be born either, right? So, how about giving her heart to me directly?"And don't bother thinking of running. If I've found you once, I can find you again. Once you give birth, I'll take the baby immediately and harvest the heart," he said, his tone dripping with threat.Then, Francis added, "By the way, what did that old hag say before she died? Was it about your identity?"His tone might have been curious, but his expression was full of disdain. He as