He changed his demeanor instantly, gently touching my belly, “How could I be angry with you?” he said. His voice was soft and reassuring. “She died because she deserved it. Don’t worry, my love. Just focus on giving birth.”
During that time, David cared for me meticulously, “I’ll take care of everything,” he promised. His eyes seemed to hide something.
I thought he had finally understood, “Thank you for being here,” I whispered. My hope was fragile.
Until the day I gave birth, when he tied me to the hospital bed, his eyes blood-red, and stabbed our baby dozens of times, demanding we join Ashley in atonement, “You’ll pay for what happened,” he growled. His knife glinted menacingly.
“It was just a few knife cuts. You weren’t going to die. Why did you force me to leave that day?” he said. Rage burned in his eyes.
“If you hadn’t lied about how serious the situation was, I wouldn’t have left. I can’t believe I fell for your nonsense,” David continued. His words were like ice.
“She died alone. She was always afraid of being lonely. How desperate must she have been?” he said. A twisted sympathy crept into his voice.
“Rachel, you always wanted a child. Now I’ll let you experience what it’s like to lose someone you love most,” he whispered. His smile was cold and calculating.
David stabbed again and again. Our baby’s tiny body gradually became a mangled mess of flesh.
I desperately tried to explain the real danger I had been in, “Please, you have to listen,” I begged. Tears streamed down my face.
But this only made him more violent. He didn’t believe me, “Lies,” he spat. His rage knew no bounds.
I still remember my full-term baby’s horrific death—not a single patch of intact flesh remained. Even the bones were exposed.
After our baby died, David set the VIP hospital room on fire, ensuring I would burn just like Ashley, “Now we’re even,” he said. The flames licked the walls.
When I recalled my previous life, that feeling of hopeless despair nearly consumed my remaining sanity.
Seeing that I couldn’t get David to come, Ryan’s eyes turned blood-red, and he stabbed me more than ten times, each stab filled with hatred.
A hot stream of blood flowed down my legs, dripping onto the rooftop’s black floor.
In my moment of absolute despair, my mother-in-law suddenly appeared.
Seeing me covered in blood, she nearly collapsed.
