When We Meet Again, She’s One Corpse and Three Lives Lost
Nine months into my pregnancy, my husband’s first love, Evelyn, moved into our house under some pretext.
Every time she saw me, she would clutch her chest, feigning heartache.
My husband, Alexander, was convinced that I was deliberately flaunting my pregnancy to upset Evelyn.
“Evelyn is too weak to bear children! You’re constantly showing off your baby bump in front of her to provoke her! Looks like you won’t learn your lesson unless I teach you one!”
He ordered his men to lock me in the long–abandoned attic and forbade anyone from bringing me food.
I struggled and begged, telling him that the ultrasound showed the twins were too large, and the doctor had advised me to be admitted to the hospital today for delivery.
But he laughed as if he had heard a joke, his voice as cold as ice shards:
“Your due date isn’t for another three days! Stop playing the victim! Go to the attic and reflect on your actions! This is what you get for
upsetting Evelyn!”
My contractions were so painful that I broke my nails clawing at the door, but no one came to open it. My agonizing screams echoed in the
attic for a long time.
Until I was lying in a pool of blood, with the unformed fetuses still stuck in the bloody hole between my legs.
Three days later, Alexander, sipping a bowl of rice porridge that didn’t suit his taste, said:
“Tell Lily to come out and make me a bowl of porridge, then apologize to Evelyn. If her attitude is sincere, send her to the hospital to give
birth.”
No one dared to respond.
Because the blood from the attic had already spread to the second step of the stairs.
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“Why isn’t that jealous woman Lily wailing anymore?”
“Sir… could something have happened to Mrs. Frost? Last night, her screams were heart–wrenching, she sounded like she was in terrible
pain…”
Alexander took a sip of porridge, snorting dismissively.
“No one knows Lily better than I do. She’s just putting on an act! This time I must teach her a lesson so she won’t dare to provoke Evelyn again!”
The butler glanced towards the attic, hesitating before speaking:
“But Mrs. Frost is carrying twins, and the doctor said she needed to be admitted to the hospital early…
Alexander paused mid–sip, his expression softening slightly.
“Is that so?”
He stirred his porridge for a while, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes:
“Fine, tell Lily to come out and make me a bowl of porridge, then get over here and apologize to Evelyn! Today is her due date, if her apology is
sincere, we’ll send her to the hospital.”
8:37 AM
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Alexander heated up a cup of milk and walked into the guest room.
On the bed, Evelyn’s breathing was steady, the blanket had slipped down to her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her chest.
Alexander’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at her for a long moment before reluctantly tearing his gaze away. He bent down and placed a kiss on her lips.
Evelyn slowly opened her eyes, stretching languidly, and pouted coyly:
“Brother Alex~ You’re bullying me again~”
Alexander parted his legs to let Evelyn sit in his lap, his fingers idly massaging her waist.
“Who could resist when you sleep like that?”
Evelyn buried her head in Alexander’s chest, letting out a few contented murmurs.
“But, sister Lily is working hard carrying your child. We’re both women, I can’t let you betray her when she’s at her most vulnerable!”
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked up anxiously:
“Last night, sister Lily was screaming so loudly, is she going into labor? Sigh… Even though it hurts to hear sister Lily in such pain, I’m envious! Being able to carry Brother Alex’s baby, even if childbirth is painful, it would be sweet happiness for me.”
Sweet happiness?
By now, I had already become a ghost floating beside them.
On the attic floor, red blood had spread across the entire room.
On the walls were deep scratches I had made in my intense pain, with bits of fingernails and flesh still clinging to them.
