บททั้งหมดของ She Died as His Wife, Returned as His Nightmare: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 58

The moment they wheeled Rachel into the theatre and the doors closed in my face, I felt the weight of everything crash down on me all at once, not violently, not dramatically, but slowly like something heavy pressing against my chest and refusing to move. The red light above the door came on, and that tiny glow suddenly controlled my entire existence. As long as it was on, she was between life and death. As long as it was on, I had no control.I have always hated not having control. I stood there for a while, staring at nothing, listening to the faint movements behind the door, imagining the doctors cutting into her, praying her body would not reject the kidney, praying her heart would not give up. I kept seeing her coughing blood in my arms, her fingers gripping mine weakly, her voice asking me not to become a murderer. Even now, even when she could barely breathe, she was thinking about my soul, And then I thought of Nathan. They had locked him downstairs in a priv

Melissa povBy the time Betty arrived, I was already losing my mindI had been pacing up and down the sitting room for almost twenty minutes replaying the way Dave kicked my door open replaying the look in his eyes replaying the way his fingers tightened around my throat like he would not hesitate to end me if he had even a little proof I have seen him angry before, but today was differentToday, there was something colder in himSomething calculated. The doorbell rang, and I rushed to open itBetty walked in like she owned the place, her heels clicking confidently against the tiled floor her expression relaxed like we were meeting for brunch instead of discussing a kidnapping She dropped her handbag on the table and sat down, crossing her legs elegantly“I hope whatever you called me for is important,” she said lazily “because I was about to leave for the club”I shut the door and turned to her“Dave was here,” I said immediatelyShe raised a brow“And”

Rachel povThat night felt like it would never end. The hospital room was quiet, but my heart was louder than everything the machines, the footsteps in the hallway, even my own breathing I lay there staring at the ceiling, unable to close my eyes for more than a few seconds because every time. I tried the image and came back to me, my babies crying their tiny bodies shaking while someone hurt them, and I kept asking myself what kind of mother sleeps while her children are in pain My body was exhausted my stitches burned every time I shifted even slightly but the pain did not matter I welcomed it because it reminded me that I was still alive and if I was alive then I could still fight for them Dave was sitting beside me in the chair he had not moved for a long time. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every breath every movement “Babe please try to sleep,” he said softly. I turned my head slowly to look at him. How could I explain that sleep was impossible

DAVE pov “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I never did anything that would hurt Rachel, so shut the hell up.” My voice cracks the air, harsher than I intended, but I am beyond caring about tone or composure . The chains around my wrists bite into my skin as I pull forward. Betty laughed not a soft laugh nor a nervous one, but a loud, mocking one that made he feel more irritated. “Do you really think I don’t know?” she asks, her eyes gleaming in a way that makes something cold slide down my spine. “Do you really think I haven’t known for years?” I stare at her, trying to read her face, trying to understand where this twisted script is coming from, but she is looking at me like she finally has me exactly where she wants me.“You’re the reason Nathan lost his kidney right,” she says slowly, savouring each word as though she’s peeling back my skin. “You were the masked man under the bridge. You were the one who pulled the trigger and shut at Nathan.” For a mome