Chapter 8
“For this con artist, you orchestrated that whole farce about oligospermia and mistresses having your baby, breaking Harper’s heart. You even-”
She paused, her eyes turning ice–cold: “For this fraud, you killed your own savior, killed your wife, and killed your unborn children.”
‘How did I raise such a fool for a son!”
Ryker felt as if he’d been slapped, frozen in place: “You’re saying… Sienna is fake? She tricked me… her father wasn’t
he one who saved me…?”
‘How could this be… but in my previous life…” Ryker’s voice caught in his throat. His head was spinning, nearly exploding with confusion.
Everything from his previous life had been told to him by Sienna…
Suddenly, he remembered that day when he forced the doctor to put the babies back inside Harper. That doctor had been saying something:
Mr. Westwood, the children are innocent! Putting them back will kill both Mrs. Westwood and the babies…”
At the thought of this, his entire body shuddered violently.
Of course Harper’s father shouldn’t have saved you,” his mother continued, red–eyed. “He became a vegetative state because of you, and his last words were asking me to take care of Harper.”
I told you to look after her like a sister. But you just had to marry her! When I asked if you could treat her right for ife, you made such pretty promises–swearing you’d die a thousand deaths if you ever hurt her. But what did you do
her? She loved you with everything she had, but you and that Sienna drove her to her death! You locked her in hat basement where she died in childbirth, lying in a pool of her own blood. I had to collect her body myself.”
I’ve already buried her and your children.”
Don’t even think about seeing them, because you don’t deserve to. I won’t let you taint their final resting place.”
yker stared wide–eyed, his entire body trembling, lips white, as he stumbled backward.
le covered his face, weeping like a madman, repeatedly mumbling “Harper,” “my children,” “I’m sorry“…
fter that day, he locked himself in his room and never came out.
le didn’t eat or drink for three whole days, as if he were already dead.
ntil the evening of the fourth day, Sienna returned from the vacation resort with the baby.
Chapter 8
Ryker received a text message and surprisingly left his room, calling a driver to pick them up from the airport.
The driver later reported that Ryker was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, even wearing a presentable smile, holding flowers as he waited early at the airport exit.
As if nothing had happened.
As if he’d forgotten about the wife who bled to death in the basement.
As if he’d forgotten about the unborn children who died.
When Mrs. Westwood heard this from the driver, her expression changed drastically.
“Where did you take them?! Hurry and bring security–Ryker must have lost his mind!”
Mrs. Westwood had just reached the front of the mansion with her men when-
BOOM!
An explosion rocked the air, and flames instantly engulfed everything.
Sienna screamed at the top of her lungs, cursing wildly as she frantically tried to escape, but all doors and windows
had been locked, with flames surrounding them on all sides.
She cried out as she lunged toward a window, only to have Ryker grab her by the hair and violently drag her back.
Mrs. Westwood was held back by security guards as she cried out: “Ryker, don’t do this! Open the door and let them in to put out the fire!”
Through the flames and smoke, Ryker’s face showed only bitterness and despair.
“I won’t come out, Mom. Don’t let them save me.”
“I once swore that if I ever hurt Harper, I’d suffer a thousand cuts and descend into hell. Now, it’s time for me to go to hell to repay my debt to Harper and our children…”
In the flames, his tears fell.
He choked out a whisper: “Harper, if one day I’ve atoned for my sins in hell, will I be able to see you and our
children once more?”
The next moment, he closed his eyes and resolutely jumped into the inferno.
That night, the entire mansion burned to ashes.
I learned about it on the very day of Ryker’s funeral.
The sky was dark and gloomy, with the West End wind blowing funeral flowers and memorial cards in swirls
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across the cemetery.
Mrs. Westwood, dressed in mourning clothes, stood at my door with red–rimmed eyes, asking if I would attend.
Cradling my surviving child, I slowly shook my head.
Mrs. Westwood remained silent for a long while before saying quietly: “Now that Ryker is gone, you and this child are his only remaining bloodline. I want him to be the Westwood heir.”
I looked up and softly replied: “That won’t be necessary.”
“His surname is James, not Westwood. Mrs. Westwood, thank you for once protecting and caring for me, but he’s gone now, and I have no more connection to the Westwood family. I think we shouldn’t meet again.”
With that, I stepped back and gently closed the door.
Outside my door, the wind picked up, making the funeral ribbons snap loudly, carrying the faint scent of memorial
candles into the house.
The baby in my arms cooed softly at me.
I leaned down to kiss his cheek, my tears falling.
This time, my child would finally get to grow up.
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