Chapter 21:
Standing alone in the funeral hall, I felt nothing. No grief, no sorrow–only an eene sense of liberation
Edgar’s passing meant nothing to me. A marriage that lasted only a short time had dragged me into an endless, buming hell
My mind drifted back to the hospital visit just days ago. Edgar had accompanied me there, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he had finally accepted our life together.”
I was wrong.
Edgar could never forget Sharon, no matter what I did for him. I had given up everything–my dignity, my body–and even carried his child, just to destroy their happiness. Yet, it was never enough.
“When are you willing to do a DNA test?” he asked that night, his voice indifferent.
I was perched on the bed, but he remained on the couch, too engrossed in his laptop to even spare me a glance.
We had planned to do the test yesterday, but Edgar was unexpectedly admitted to the hospital. He had been looking pale lately, but hadn’t given it much thought.
“I don’t know. Can we wait until after he’s bom?” I tried to negotiate…
Edgar’s gaze snapped to me, his expression hard “I don’t want to waste time on something uncertain.”
His words stung. “You still don’t believe this child is yours?”
“We’ll know once the test results come out, Grace
He stood abruptly and walked to the wardrobe, rummaging through it. I frowned as he pulled out something and tumed back to me. A pregnancy test.X
I blinked in confusion. “What do you want me to do with this?”
He tossed it onto the bed beside me. “I found this under my pillow–the same day I signed the divorce papers with Sharon”
My heart clenched. “And?“%
His next words made my blood run cold “Sharon was pregnant. With my child”
A bitter smile curled my lips. “Are you blind, Edgar? My voice shook with disbelief. “You were there when her lover claimed that child as his. What were you thinking?7
Edgar remained silent, but his expression told me everything. He still believed the child was his
I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “You still refuse to see the truth, don’t you? Sharon–the woman you love–is even more rotten than you think,”
His jaw clenched. “Shut your mouth, Grace His eyes blazed with fury. “I told you never to speak ill of Sharon!”
I scoffed. “Then what? Should I talk about your ugliness instead?”
His hands balled into fists. 1 don’t have time for this
And with that, he grabbed his laptop and stormed out of the room, leaving me behind in the suffocating silence.
I clenched my fists, staring at the pregnancy test in my hand. Then, with deliberate force, I crushed it into pieces. “You’re really in the way of my happiness, Sharon.
That was the last night I saw Edgar alive.
Or so I thought.
Three days later, I returned.
Edgar was a ghost of the man he once was–pale, thin, and confined to a wheelchair. The mighty Edgar Wright, now nothing but a weak, pathetic shell
A nurse had been hired to care for him, a task I had no interestin
“Where have you been?” he asked weakly when I entered the penthouse.
I shrugged. “None of your business.
His fingers twitched on the armrest. “Should a wife abandon her sick husband?”
I turned, arching a brow at his frail frame. “I didn’t expect you to be sick, Edgar. Why would I take care of you? Why not ask Sharon to donate her bone marrow again?” I folded my arms. “Didn’t you say she loved you?”
His hands curled into fists, but there was nothing he could do now!
“Sharon was looking for me,” he muttered, his voice sharp despite his weakness. “What did you do?“!!
I smirked. “Maybe she wanted me to let you go.“%
And then I walked away, ignoring his feeble protests
I had come back for one reason only–to take what was rightfully mine. Sharon had left behind an impressive collection of jewelry when she divorced Edgar A fool, truly
With my goal accomplished. I left the penthouse, not sparing a single glance at the man I once called my husband. He was nothing to me now. A sickly, soon–to-be bankrupt man held no value in my life.
I sold all of Sharon’s jewelry that same afternoon. With the money, I would get rid of this wretched baby.X
17 AM D
But first I had another stop to make
Sharon’s apartment
I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I spotted her. She stood outside, laughing with Nathan. Her face glowed with happiness- happiness that should have been mine.
“Til make sure that smile disappears forever, Sharon”
She had always been lucky. Even after divorcing Edgar, she found a man who truly loved her.”
Meanwhile, I had been nothing but a shadow. A mistress in the story of their perfect love,
No more
A plan formed in my mind.
Slowly. Meticulously I would take everything from her–piece by piece.
The fire blazed into the night devouring Sharon’s boutique
I stood in the shadows, a satisfied smile playing on my lips as I read the morning news. “Boutique Owned by Designer Sharon Wright Destroyed in Fire
Perfect
And then, as if the universe was rewarding me, I saw her car pull up beside the ruins. She stepped out, her face etched with grief
I pulled my hoodie over my head, adjusting the mask that concealed my identity.
I moved toward her unnoticed. Silent. A shadow in her moment of despair…
Then, in one swift motion-
The blade sank into her side.
Sharon’s scream echoed through the empty street. She twisted, her wide, tear–filled eyes locking onto mine?
I smiled. A slow, triumphant smirk⠀
With a sharp pull, I withdrew the knife…
Blood spilled over her dress..
I turned and walked away, her strangled sobs fading behind me:
Finally, she would understand what suffering truly meant
I woke up in an all white room!
