Jeffrey eyed me with suspicion. When he noticed the small bump on my belly, he figured it out and scoffed.
“Figures. Pregnant women surely change. They become more understanding and less fussy.”
He leaned against the doorframe with a smirk on his face.
Sophie bit her lip, looking so delicate that it would tug at everyone’s heart.
“Ella, don’t be upset. Mr. Graham just feels sorry for me being all by myself, which is why he decided to take me out for New Year’s. If you really don’t want us to go, don’t push yourself. I can go on my own. Seriously, Ella. You can stop packing.”
Sophie tried to grab the suitcase from me, but in the next second, it crashed to the floor.
My hands shook as I held the clothes. Seeing Sophie in front of me with her eyes filled with tears, I finally knew for sure that I had come back to life. I had returned to this very day when Sophie went to the beach by herself.
In my previous life, today was the day Jeffrey wanted to take Sophie out to sea for New Year’s. I did not agree and insisted he could not go, and the whole thing blew up in front of the Graham family.
The Grahams locked Jeffrey up, and Sophie, in tears, went to the beach alone, where she met a tragic end.
When Jeffrey heard about her death, all he said was, “She’s dead, so what? She was just a toy. She’s not worth my concern.”
After that, he gave in to the arranged marriage and started to pay attention to me. I thought he had finally seen the good in me.
However, when I was about to give birth to our baby, he cruelly cut open my stomach and tortured me to death.
That was when I realized that Jeffrey had always blamed me for Sophie’s death. He had always hated me.
