Todos los capítulos de My Last Wish: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

I dug out the pills I had hidden three years ago and downed every last one of them. A sharp, searing burn spread through my abdomen. My fingers kept scrolling through the comments. “Poor McCoy. He has to go back to the lunatic. Honestly, she’s better off dead.” This was the underprivileged student I helped put through school. She prayed for my well-being on the day I was diagnosed with severe postpartum depression. “It’s all down to timing. If you and Raleigh had met earlier, I bet you two would belong to each other.” The comment came from my coworker. She caught the bouquet at my wedding, calling us a match made in heaven with a smile. “Don’t worry about it. You work in the same office. In the worst-case scenario, we’ll cover your tracks for you.” My college roommate volunteered. She was the very person who threatened to kill McCoy on the night he told me how he felt if he ever hurt me. The tears in my eyes blurred my vision. So everyone knew. Yet, they conspired t

McCoy ditched me there and then. I dragged myself up and stumbled out of the bedroom. McCoy scooped Teddy up into his arms while Raleigh scrambled to grab the car key. I reached out to help, but McCoy pushed me away. His agitated voice boomed in my ears. “Moira, please just stay put. Stop making things harder!” I staggered back onto the table, knocking the food over. The door slammed shut with a bang. My head hung low. I was covered in grease, looking every bit pathetic like my three-year marriage. McCoy was right. I was nothing but a burden. Heck, I was the one who needed to be taken care of. I wasn’t a proper wife or a good mother. A place that didn’t belong to me should be given to someone far better suited. I changed out of my clothes and packed the rest of my stuff. The moment I felt the little bracelet in my pocket, I remembered that I still hadn’t given Teddy his birthday gift. Raleigh brought it up during our phone call last month. Teddy had be

The cake in McCoy’s hand dropped to the floor with a splat. Before he could squeeze out a word, the call was cut off. A text with an address arrived promptly. Hearing the commotion, Raleigh and Teddy rushed over. They noticed the cake lying on the ground, smashed. Teddy teased him. “You’re so silly, Daddy. You can’t even hold a cake right.” McCoy lost his balance. Flustered, Raleigh went up and helped him to his feet. “McCoy, are you alright? Press the call bell, Teddy!” Teddy scrambled onto the bed and hit the emergency buzzer frantically. The voices around him sounded distant and muffled. McCoy barely managed to steady himself and pull himself back to reality. He stumbled out the door. Raleigh cried out to him in the back. Not once did he look back, for his mind was consumed by Moira. Out of the hospital, McCoy put the pedal to the metal and sped toward the funeral home. He didn’t care about the red lights he ran through along the way. His palms on

“Why should I do that? The baby’s mine too! I’m not getting an abortion!” McCoy didn’t even look at Raleigh, his tone flat. “You don’t have a choice. “If you hadn’t pulled this stunt, I would’ve bought you a mansion, so you could’ve focused on the pregnancy. “Our child would have had a chance to grow up happy and healthy.” McCoy paused. With Moira gone, his heart had died alongside her. Sure enough, humans were strange creatures. When he had her, he took her love for granted. Now that he lost her, the only thing on his mind was to make things right. Seeing that McCoy was dead serious, Raleigh panicked. She pulled the quiet Teddy to her side and pleaded tearfully, “Aren’t I your favorite person, Teddy?“I’ll buy you lots of candy and toys. Just tell your Daddy to stop. “My life will be ruined if I were to go to prison!” Teddy didn’t give in to her pleading like before. His tear-streaked face darkened as Teddy pried her fingers off him one by one. “Daddy t

McCoy retrieved a photo album. Its pages were filled with the magazine covers I had graced back in the day. I was stunned for a moment, as I had spent ages looking for it without success. Here I thought the album was long gone. As it turned out, McCoy had it secretly tucked away. Teddy flipped through the album, tracing his fingers across my face in each picture. A teardrop fell on the photo, spreading out like a blossom. Panicked, Teddy scrambled to rub the wet spot off the picture. “No… I can’t mess up Mommy’s face.” McCoy’s eyes welled up. I simply watched the scene callously. A helpless sigh escaped my lips. The next day, Raleigh stood trial in the courtroom. The charges against her were medical fraud and manslaughter in connection with my death. Raleigh knew she had no way out. That was when she decided to spill everything she and McCoy had been up to for the past three years in front of the press. “McCoy, don’t act like you’re some sort of saint.