Chapter 9
Yve stared innocently at my husband. “Jay, what’s wrong? Why are you so panicked?” she asked.
Jayden’s gaze instantly darkened. “She… she died.”
Yve gasped and covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. “No way! Is she mad at me? You‘ re kidding, are you?”
“I need to apologize,” she whimpered. “It’s all my fault. I keep having nightmares of someone pointing a gun at me… It’s my fault for relying too much on you to take care of me. I’ll try to talk to her, but please make her stop whatever is this….”
Yve‘ s tears streamed down her cheeks, looking guilty. With that said, she was going to the anatomy lab with my husband.
At that moment, Zac stopped her. “Miss Sinclair, this isn’t the place for visitors. I know you’re sad, but you should wait outside.”
Upon hearing this, Yve cried harder. “I… I just want to apologize to Samara! It’s all my fault for having Jay take care of me every day. I’ll beg her forgiveness and I hope she stops these terrible jokes….”
Technically, she was not allowed to be there. Zac wanted to stop her again, but seeing her distress, my worried about leaving her alone and made an exception and let her go in with him.
husband
Tears, it seemed, were his weakness.
With just a few words, she turned into a weak and innocent person, making herself seem like a good person.
And here I was, the bad person making insensitive jokes at the worst time.
They were once a couple, but they broke up since Yve planned to study abroad.
People said that ‘other women‘ were the unloved ones. Perhaps, as the unwanted ‘other woman‘ and let them be happy together.
But Yve was not some innocent victim! She was a wolf in sheep’s clothing!
I could let go
“Oh, God! No way…. How… how could it be? Is it really Samara? Who did this? Who could have done something so awful?” she cried out.
When Yve saw my body, she started sobbing uncontrollably, even throwing up.
My husband looked genuinely worried about her. Yet, despite that painful, sad gaze, I saw a hidden hatred and enjoyment flicker through. I have to admit, Yve’s acting was award–worthy.
The truth was, it was her. She was the vicious demon who was holding a sharp knife while her face twisted in a cruel grin. She was the one who mercilessly sliced my belly and my womb heartlessly pulled out my child, and ruthlessly replaced it with drugs. After putting it in, she sewed me back up with needle and thread slowly, enjoying my misery. How dare a murderer play the grieving victim in front of my remains!
Jayden’s eyes were red as he stared at my broken body. Then, a red mole caught his eye. He reached out, trembling in disbelief and detached my ear from my head.
*Found it an hour ago,” a forensic doctor explained calmly. “Didn’t have time to sew it up yet.”
“No way…. She can’t die! How could this happen? How could she… how dare a murderer die? She doesn’t deserve this!” My husband’s voice cracked with emotion.
“Samara, what kind of trick are you playing again? Is it fun to mess with me? Answer! Talk to me!”
“You must be hiding somewhere, right? You must be laughing at us because we believe you’re dead! Why are you so
cruel?”
There was only silence in response.
“Heh!” A small, humorless laugh escaped my lips. Dear husband, did you really think I was that bad? Did you… really hate me that much?
“Captain Williams, I’m so sorry for your loss….”
