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.
In the car, I tried to stop him from torturing my dead baby’s body, but even with all my might, it was futile.
“This child isn’t mine! Whitney, you’re worried about me finding out about it, right? I wouldn’t divorce you, so you faked your
death!”
I sneered. I slumped to the side after using up all my energy. I had to let him be. After all, that was not the first time he had accused me wrongfully.
Jack brought the baby’s body to a hospital that was under the Lacroix Group. He tried to get the doctor to tell him that the body
was not real and that it was only made to seem real.
All the doctors expressed their condolences.
His eyes reddened instantly.
“Get me a DNA test.”
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Then, he slumped onto the bench by the corridor. I knew what he was doing. He was praying–praying that the child was not his.
That way, he would feel less guilty.
Too bad.
The test came back stating that he was the father of the child. He crumpled the paper. Then, he bawled and laughed
simultaneously.
In his sobs, I finally heard his soft apology–he was sorry.
I was no longer sad, but I did not forgive him either. He did not deserve my forgiveness.
Jack locked himself in the room where I died and went on a hunger strike.
He looked at the bed in a daze, his mind replaying the scene where the placenta was forcefully taken out of my womb.
I merely yawned.
There was no point in regretting it. It was too late. Even if he paid with his life, it was not enough.
Sandra had been constantly calling Jack on the phone. When I was alive, Jack could not divorce me. Then, I was dead. She could
finally marry him and become Mrs. Lacroix–something she had wanted so badly.
Of course, she was anxious.
