Chapter 9 A New Life
Spencer was sentenced to ten years in prison. Without him, his family could no longer maintain their position and lost most of their wealth. Losing the Legrine Family’s support, the Bippy Family declined at a blistering rate as well.
The remaining members of the Bippy Family had to work as scavengers just to live. Spencer died on a cold winter day. In that same winter, with Spencer’s money, my mother finally underwent her surgery.
The day she opened her eyes, she got a letter from Spencer. Instead of reading it, she tore it up and tossed the pieces into the bin. In a prison far away, Spencer closed his eyes forever.
With Spencer gone, I could finally lead a new life.
Spencer’s POV
Bethany was pregnant. I thought I wouldn’t be happy about it, but I still lost sleep the moment I was hit with the news.
I smoked on the balcony the whole night, thinking it would be great if the baby was a girl. She would look like me and her. I wasn’t even thinking about Yunice.
Bethany and I bought baby clothes and necessities. I was looking forward to the day the baby was born, but then the accident happened.
Bethany’s cosmetic surgery was a failure, and now she needed corrective surgery. If it wasn’t completed within the optimal window, she risked facial paralysis. However, if she went through with the surgery, there was a high chance she would lose the baby. I struggled for a long time and tried to talk to her, but every time I saw the expectant look in her eyes, I couldn’t.
In the end, the fateful day came. I made her go through with the surgery, and we lost the baby. She cried for a long, long time and yanked my sleeve. “I wish I never fell in love with you! I never ever want to have your children again!”
I finished my cigarette in frustration. “Like I care. Even if you had the baby, it wouldn’t look like her.”
Bethany looked at me with sorrow. I regretted saying that to her. I tried to apologize, but I couldn’t. She didn’t deserve it. She was just her replacement.
Or so I told myself. I kept trying to convince myself that Bethany was just a stand–in, but the moment I was told that she was dead, my world crumbled.
It turned out that since a while ago, she was already no longer a stand–in. I had just been lying to myself.
