My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.
Lihat lebih banyakJack rushed to my grave and frantically started digging with his bare hands.Night fell, and his hands were bloodied. He picked up my urn with trembling hands.He would not let me rest in peace, even in my last moments here. He hugged the urn in his arms."Whitney, Whitney. Don't be scared. I'm here with you."That was something he had always said to me when we were young. Yet, at that moment, it felt different.Jack's tears dripped onto my urn. I wanted to wipe his tears away, not because I was heartbroken for him, but because I found it disgusting.Later that night, Jack leaned against my tombstone as he hugged my urn, murmuring, "We're finally together as a family."When the security guard made his rounds and found Jack, he jumped in fright. He immediately called the police.The police arrested Jack. At the bureau, Jack confessed to killing me.Albert had decided to let Jack go, allowing the law to punish him.Sandra's uncle and cousin were arrested as well. On the way to
The man who assaulted me was her uncle.She tricked me into going to the hill and let her uncle assault me. She then put on an act before Jack arrived, making Jack think that I was the culprit who had hurt Sandra.She initially thought that Jack would despise me for the assault; she did not expect Albert to interfere by sending her abroad.When she returned to the country, she met with Jack and spiked his wine. She thought that once she was pregnant with Jack's child, she would be able to force Jack to divorce me.She never thought that Jack would insist on returning home, which led to my pregnancy instead.Sandra did not have any menstrual complications. She had faked all that. She was worried that Jack would not divorce me after the child was born, so she came up with a way to use Jack's guilt.She bet on Jack to take my placenta for her. Her bet paid off, killing me and my child in the process. Oh, by the way, the doctor was her cousin.When I heard Albert recounting everythi
However, Jack did not answer any of Sandra's calls.There were many photo frames on the shelf—those of Jack and I when we were young.Jack looked at them over and over again, crying and laughing like a lunatic."Whitney, you could've just apologized to Sandra and made it up to her. We could still be living our lives. Why wouldn't you do it? Why were you so stubborn?"Why? Because I was never in the wrong.I did not try to steal someone else's fiancé. I did not ask to meet someone else alone on the hill and arrived late. I did not eat someone else's placenta.What wrong did I commit?The only mistake I made was being blind. I was blind to have fallen in love and made friends with the wrong people.When Sandra could not reach Jack, she went looking for him. She was aghast to see how emaciated Jack had gotten."Jack, I've been worried about you!"Jack said nothing. He had found a new thing to do. He would press his face on the floor and breathe deeply. It was as if he could smel
The Lacroix family told the public that I had died due to loss of blood during my premature labor.Jack was forced to kneel in front of my memorial portrait. His subordinates had been paid for their silence while the doctor was locked in the basement.He shrugged off the hands on his shoulder, stood up, and kicked the bouquet of flowers."I've told you many times! Whitney isn't dead! What are you doing? Why are you holding a funeral for her? Are you trying to curse her? Get out! Everybody, get out! Whitney isn't dead!"The guests wiped the tears from the corner of their eyes. They felt sorry for Jack; they thought Jack loved me so much that he would not accept the fact that I was dead.Jack drove to Sandra's. When he entered, he asked Sandra if I had come looking for her.Sandra was stunned. "No? What's going on, Jack? Are you worried about me?"Jack's breathing sounded laborious. He laughed maniacally. "Everyone is saying that Whitney's dead. How can she be dead? She's a pathol
Jack came home drunk one night. I knew why—he wanted to marry Sandra but could not.When I saw the man I spent most of my life loving in pain, for a split moment, I wanted to grant him his wish. Since I was already ruined, the last thing I could do for him was not to stand in his way of happiness.I placed a cup of honeyed water by the side of his bed, thinking it was the last time I could do that.However, an accident happened.After spending an absurd night together, I only found out that I was pregnant when the lawyer sent me the draft of the divorce papers.The baby was a gift from God. I had no choice but to stay married to give the child a complete family."Whitney, so this was your goal all along! You drugged me so that I would knock you up, and you could use that child to tie me down! Dream on! Who knows who that bastard child belongs to?"I looked at Jack incredulously, unable to believe he would say such a thing.He knew how much that night of assault hurt me. I had t
When the man saw Jack, he kicked Sandra in her abdomen and fled the scene.Jack pulled Sandra, who was sobbing, into his arms.As she sobbed, Sandra said, "Jack, thank God you came."Jack placed his jacket over Sandra. His entire attention was on Sandra in his arms. He did not even notice me, who was struggling for life but unable to let out any sound."Whitney said that she wanted to talk to me alone, so she asked me to meet her here, but I only saw that man when I arrived. I'm really scared. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would've been…" Sandra sobbed even harder.Jack was infuriated. He dialed my phone furiously, wanting me to explain. However, my phone had been destroyed by the man who assaulted me.Jack picked Sandra up, while I was left behind like a broken rag doll. My protector had gone to help another girl instead.I was found by cleaners the next day. They called me an ambulance. The entire school heard about my assault in the night.I locked myself in my room, refu
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