On the day Clinton left the hospital, he saw Gemma arm–in–arm with another man during a pregnancy checkup.
Rage consumed him, and he stormed up to yank her hair.
“You bitch, you’ve been lying to me this whole time?” He snarled as he looked at Gemma’s belly. “My daughter is dead. You don’t deserve to have a child!”
floor.
Before Gemma could scream, the man beside her punched Clinton and sent him sprawling to the fl
Clinton tried to get up, but his weakened state left him defenseless.
Gemma sneered down at him with contempt and hugged the man. “He’s the loser I told you about. He was so desperate to please me that he even ditched his daughter to take me to a soccer match. Can you believe that?
“His daughter died of an allergic reaction because of him. He’s pathetic.”
Clinton couldn’t handle such an insult. That very night, he sneaked into Gemma’s home and strangled her to death with a rope.
“I’ve lost everything because of you. You don’t get to live your life or have a child. You will spend every lifetime paying for my daughter’s death.”
Afterward, Clinton went to Ivy’s grave.
“Sweetheart, Daddy’s here to be with you. Mommy won’t forgive me, so this is the only way I can atone for my sin. In the next life, we’ll still be a family, alright? I promise I’ll love you with all my heart.”
The coldness enveloped him, and he wondered if this was what death felt like.
It was done. He was finally dead.
Clinton didn’t understand why things had turned out this way.
Oh, right. It was because of Gemma.
Back in college, she always considered herself so perfect and made him chase after her. He didn’t even know why he was so drawn to her.
Then, one day, he saved me by accident. He began to realize that I had feelings for him. He wanted to accept them, but something always felt off.
He thought my clear eyes were so captivating, and he couldn’t stop wanting to get closer to me.
