And then it hit him like a freight train.
That day – the day Sable had her skin graft. I had handed him two documents, begging him to sign them before he left. He was in a rush to get back to Sable and barely glanced at them.}
That was when he’d signed our divorce?>
His lips tightened. His gaze shifted to the other object in the drawer.
I had treasured that ring with everything I had. I once said I’d never take it off. So why was it here now?{
It was stained with blood.
The dark red seeped into the edges of a white sheet tucked underneath, creating a gruesome ring of color. The bold black letters at the top read: Medical Report/
His hand trembled as he reached for it, his chest tightening with dread.
A miscarriage report – dated precisely at the time he learned Sable was pregnant. Back then, he had forced me to donate blood to Sable. He was lighting up the city with fireworks, celebrating Sable’s pregnancy like a fool.”
And while he was celebrating, I was losing our child.
He killed his own child with his own hands.
“What have I done…” The truth crashed into him like a freight train, knocking the air out of his lungs. His legs went weak and he nearly collapsed.
As he clutched the report, he noticed there was more beneath it
–
an album.
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women he had brought home, his countless affairs.
He grabbed it with shaky fingers. One after another, the faces stared back at him And at the very end, Sable’s photo. Scrawled on the back in my handwriting were the words:
- Goodbye.
His knees finally gave out. He sank to the floor, the photos scattering around him. Their smiling faces mocked him.
The housekeeper approached carefully, her voice barely above a whisper as she handed him a flash drive. “Sir… this is the last footage we have of Madam.”
He jammed it into the monitor. On screen, I appeared–wheeling a simple suitcase behind me. I never looked back as I climbed into the waiting car.
That final image carved into his chest like a blade.
I was gone.
Really gone.
He gripped the divorce papers tightly, a pain blooming deep in his chest!
1:16 PM
The panic he had tried to suppress now erupted like a tidal wave. He couldn’t breathe. And then–darkness took him.
