A day later, I was working at the jewelry store.
Ryan and Ashley walked in.
Ashley looked at me, not surprised.
She planned this and came.
“Honey, do I look good wearing this?”
“You look good, Ashley. I make money for
you.”
I was wearing a mask.
But Ryan knew who I was.
I was going to walk away, but Ashley stopped
- me.
“Can I see that ring?”
I looked around, everyone was busy.
I was free.
I opened the case and handed Ashley the
ring
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Ryan noticed my stomach.
“Why are you wearing a girdle? You will hurt
the baby.”
I put the ring down.
“I don’t know you. Don’t come near me or I’ll
call the cops.”
He grabbed my arm and got ready to move
my clothes.
I moved, he was angry.
“What do you think you’re doing? You are five
months! Why are you working?”
“Are you sick? I am not pregnant.”
“You buying or not?”
He grabbed my shirt and tore my clothes.
“We are divorced, but I am the father, and I
can tell you what to do.”
Everyone looked.
He opened my shirt.
He couldn’t find the binder.
“Where’s the kid?”
“I want to know now. Where is it?”
He shouted at me.
I moved his hand away.
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“The kid’s gone. It died in the fire!”
“When you saved Ashley, your kid died! It’s
dead!”
He was pale.
“No, you’re lying. It’s not true. You started the
fire. How did you kill the kid?”
“Are you joking? You’re joking!”
Ashley pulled his arm.
She looked at me.
“The baby’s not just yours. Why didn’t you tell Ryan?!”
“Your heart is cold. I forgive you. You
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shouldn’t have killed your child.”
‘Anger can’t kill. The kid was alive! You can’t
do that!”
Ryan looked at me.
He grabbed my neck.
I couldn’t breathe.
He still wanted to know.
“Did you kill the baby behind my back?”
I tried to push him away.
Finally, someone pulled him off.
I coughed
I was happy to get revenge.
“Kill the baby? You killed the baby at the
fire!”
“You believe her. Keep believing her, and your
kid will watch you get married.”
Ryan didn’t know what to do.
Ashley helped him.
She told me everything I did wrong.
She told me the baby didn’t need to live.
I slapped her.
She was bleeding.
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Then she cried.
Ryan got mad and pushed me to the case.
“Bitch! Crazy! How could you kill my baby?
You are going to die!”
The case was breaking, and I was bleeding.
I couldn’t feel it.
He killed our baby.
Now he will kill me because our baby is dead.
You always want what you can’t have.
The cops came, and they stopped.
Ryan calmed down.
But he still hated me.
