Chapter 9
“Weren’t you and Sadie supposed to be in love? Didn’t you stay faithful to her while neglecting me? Didn’t you give me the cold shoulder all those years?
“Henry, we were married for twenty years. Don’t you have any idea how you treated me?
“Do you know why I died? Do you know why I got lung cancer? It was because of you! Because you spent every day
thinking about Sadie, smoking in the bedroom until you poisoned me! I was only 40 years old, you selfish bastard!
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The bitterness and hatred from my past life surged through me, making my entire body shake.
This weak and pathetic man who had silently tormented me for years had the audacity to confront me now, acting like he had the moral high ground?
“Henry, let me ask you–if it weren’t for Sadie, would I have had a miscarriage?”
Henry staggered under my words, his expression shifting from terror to regret, then to despair, until he finally collapsed in tears.
He fell to his knees with a loud thud, clutching at my feet. “I’m sorry, Renee! It was my fault! Please forgive me I can’t live without you!”
The man before me was a far cry from the husband I once served with hot meals and endless care. His clothes were filthy, his face streaked with sweat, and he reeked faintly of desperation.
Clearly, life with Sadie had not been kind to him. It was nothing like the comfortable days he enjoyed with me, where he was pampered like a king.
Was he here because he missed me or because he missed having a caretaker? I doubted even Henry knew the
