Chapter 7
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 pathological liar. She tricked you into going up the hill. Then, she tricked me into getting her pregnant. This is clearly one of her
tricks as well!”
Jack suddenly paused and murmured, “The child…”
A thought came to him. He got into his car and drove to where our bodies were kept. He picked up my baby’s body and left.
I screamed. My baby was already dead. What was he trying to do?
Of course, Jack could not hear me.
