The Dead Wife He Came to Sacrifice

"Ha! Is this some April Fool's prank?"

Timothy Ludd tugged at his collar, his gaze disdainful as he questioned, "Did Quinn Sutton tell you to say that? She used to be a lawyer, after all. Now, she's not only learned to evade legal investigations, but she's also faking her own death to blackmail people?"

The director of the welfare home where I volunteered shook with anger at his words.

Timothy slammed both hands on the stone table and glared down at the director. "This has become a huge scandal. The Department of Justice's investigation team will be coming tomorrow. Shelly just got her law license. I'm not letting her end up with a stain on her record!"

The director's eyes welled up in tears as her lips trembled, but she remained silent.

However, Timothy mistook her silence for defiance. With a sneer, he took out a trust revocation statement from his briefcase. "She went to all that trouble to drug me and sleep with me just so she'd get pregnant. Wasn't this her plan all along? Why is she playing hard to get now?"

I shook my head frantically. I hadn't done that. Shelly Leston had drugged the wealthiest man in Belleville to become a partner at the law firm. But by a strange twist of fate, Timothy ended up drinking it instead.

When he woke up the next day, Shelly told him that I had set everything up just to keep him with me. Timothy believed her without hesitation. He called me despicable, kicked me out of the house, and cut off all contact with me.

Unexpectedly, I became pregnant after that night. I had longed for a child for five years. The moment I learned I was pregnant, all the pain and torment faded away, and only happiness remained.

I thought Timothy hadn't known I was pregnant. But in reality, he knew about it. He just didn't care. Now, he was even trying to use my baby as leverage to circumvent the law. It seemed that his affection for Shelly ran deep.

"If she doesn't sign it by sunset tomorrow, I'll freeze the accounts and tear down the welfare home. You useless old fossils will end up on the streets!" He gave a cold ultimatum.

The director finally lost her temper. She grabbed a cup from the table and smashed it at Timothy's feet.

She was overcome with grief. "You bastard! Quinn's baby was your flesh and blood! She's already dead, and you're still dragging her name through the mud. Get out!"

Timothy's gaze was sinister as he kicked over the flower stand in the yard. "Ungrateful fool! Search the entire place! She can't hide forever!"

His bodyguards immediately stormed into the welfare home, and the sound of things being smashed filled the air. The bookshelf I had bought for the children with the money I had saved from running my food stall fell over, and the Children's Day gifts we had prepared were scattered all over the floor.

The children's screams and the director's cries mingled together.

I lunged at Timothy, desperately trying to stop this violence. But my hands only passed through his body, leaving behind only a trace of cold air.

I screamed hysterically in his ear, "Stop this! Timothy, you lunatic! I'm dead! My baby and I lost our lives in that abandoned shipyard six months ago!"

Timothy stood under the eaves, coldly watching everything. Then, he lit a cigar. Through the haze of smoke, he dialed his assistant, Theo Langley's, number.

"Look into Quinn's whereabouts over the past six months. Her act was so convincing that even the old hag from the welfare home gave false testimony on her behalf. It looks like she picked up quite a few tricks for evading investigation while she was in prison."