Chapter 9
It wasn’t that I never told him. He simply never cared enough to listen.
My discomfort, my sadness–to him, it was nothing more than petty jealousy, a childish attempt to compete with Sadie for his
attention.
Tears fell onto the phone screen. Again and again, he reached out to touch my profile picture, but it only felt distant, devoid of
warmth.
Through the screen, it seemed as if he could still see my smile. But that image faded quickly, replaced by the memory of me lying
alone on the operating table.
Allen pinned our conversation to the top of his messages and sent a brief instruction to his assistant. He wanted the funeral
arranged immediately. This time, he made sure to emphasize one thing–invite every prominent family in the city.
He wanted the entire world to know who I was. To know that Mia Davis had been his wife for five years. The woman he cherished,
the woman he almost had a child with.
The autopsy report came back sooner than expected. It revealed something chilling. My heart was missing, and the unborn child
inside me had been forcibly removed.
The attending doctor, faced with mounting pressure from the police, couldn’t keep the truth hidden any longer. He surrendered
the records of his transaction with Sadie, proving his role as an accomplice.
More than that, he pulled up her real medical files. They made everything clear. Her heart condition had been fully cured years
ago while she was overseas. There was never any need for another surgery.
When Allen heard the truth, a wave of betrayal and fury crashed over him, drowning out every rational thought. Without a word,
he turned and strode to her hospital room.
Just as he reached the door, her voice pierced the air. “That bitch is dead now. This time, I won’t let go. Allen
