wife.”
“It’s inappropriate for Miss Miller to be living
here. You should send her home, before her
reputation is ruined.”
“Johnny…”
John didn’t give her a chance to plead.
He turned and walked away.
He strode to the backyard and, ignoring the
maid’s protests, began rummaging through
the garbage cans, his white shirt staining with
filth, his fingers getting cut by shards of
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glass.
He carefully retrieved the three small jars, a
faint smile finally appearing on his face.
“I found you.
He dug a hole beneath the oak tree in the
backyard.
He buried the jars, the remains of his
children.
A clap of thunder echoed through the sky,
and the heavens opened, unleashing a
torrential downpour.
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laka Temalt the II.
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John knelt by the freshly turned earth, letting
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the rain wash over him.
Nearby, the maids whispered among
themselves.
“I heard those jars contained Mrs. Anderson’s
stillborn babies. I don’t know what got into
her, sending them to Mr. and Mrs. Anderson
like that.”
“He should just listen to his parents and marry Miss Miller. Sarah’s probably cursed or
something, having three stillbirths in a row.‘
“We should stay away from the backyard from now on. It’s bad luck, burying stillborn
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babies there. I don’t want to be cursed like
that woman.”
John’s face darkened.
He hadn’t realized how others perceived me.
No wonder I always resisted coming to his
parents‘ house.
He thought that by caring for me, by being
there for me, I wouldn’t be hurt by the loss of
our children,
He thought that once Ashley was cured, and we had a healthy baby, the past would be
erased,
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He couldn’t imagine how much I must have
endured, being judged and whispered about
in his family’s home.
The more he thought, the harder it became to
breathe.
He lowered his head and noticed a glint of
light in the pond.
He emerged from the water, my discarded
diamond ring clutched in his hand.
He remembered my raised hand, Ashley falling into the pond.
He rushed to the security room and pulled up
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the footage.
The audio was clear.
Ashley’s words, her calculated provocation.
He saw her dodge my hand, then deliberately
fall into the water, a smirk playing on her lips.
He remembered forcing me to apologize.
Regret gnawed at him. He had condemned
me without a shred of evidence.
For a manipulative, vicious woman.
He hadn’t just killed his children, he had
driven his wife away…
Join the bookshelf
The rain continued to fall, blurring his tears
with the downpour.
Only regret and guilt remained.
When the rain finally stopped, he reached for
his phone, hoping for news about me.
He accidentally clicked on a voice recording.
It was the call I had made that morning.
Ashley’s normally sweet voice was a chilling whisper.
He listened, his heart shattering as he heard her confession.
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“Sarah, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”
“I’ll make this right. I’ll avenge you and our
children.”
