Chapter 8
Therefore, he was almost certain that these things were not fabricated for the sake of acting. Suddenly, Oliver didn’t feel like blaming me anymore. A flicker of joy appeared in his eyes.
He softened and even his tone of voice became unconsciously gentle when he spoke. “Never mind, let Isabel come out. I know she likes to throw tantrums and be jealous, so I’ll forgive her
this time.”
“But if she acts so willfully again next time, I definitely won’t forgive her. Even if she paints me a thousand or ten thousand paintings, it won’t help.”
Anne’s heart tightened. She had finally found a chance to drag me down from my pedestal-if Oliver lifted me up again, she’d never have another shot!
However, Claire suddenly reddened her eyes and glared coldly at Oliver. She already knew the truth because when I died, the heart rate monitor bracelet had sent her a death alert long ago.
“Isabel is dead!” she screamed. “You killed her with your own hands! You locked her in the water dungeon and tortured her to death!”
“She was terrified of water and pregnant. A pitiful person like her died in that cramped, filthy place. She used to have a cleanliness obsession, don’t you remember?”
Oliver was speechless, his lips trembling, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. He wanted to slam the table or smash something, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch anything here. He turned and walked out, dragging Claire and questioning her relentlessly.
“How long does Isabel intend to be so stubborn? I’ve already said I’ll forgive her. Why are you making me say such things? A pregnant woman saying such things … doesn’t she fear bringing bad luck upon herself?”
Suddenly, an unexpected hint of pity flashed in the gaze that Claire directed at him
At that moment, Claire realized that Oliver truly cared deeply for me. Even though he was hurting me, he still loved me. It just … this was totally absurd.
‘Think about it yourself … does this make sense? Pregnant women hate bad luck and are sensitive about superstitious things. And Isabel cared so much about you…why would she ever want to make you sad?”
was dead. My cold body was lying in that sewer.
Oliver lost his mind. He sprinted back, found my corpse and frantically sent it for an autopsy. He didn’t even consider that this could land him in prison.
The results came back quickly: the DNA matched mine and the fully formed male fetus that had been miscarried was also his and my flesh and blood.
Oliver collapsed to the ground, his emotions completely shattered.
His first reaction was to go find Anne. He burst into her room, where she was just packing her things to flee. He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the ground.
“Where do you think you’re going, you bitch? I’m asking you, where are you going?”
Being lifted in the air, Anne felt suffocated. Terrified, she struggled and fought desperately, but it
was useless.
Anne could not handle Oliver’s raging fury. She screamed and cried loudly, trying to remind him of their loving moment together.
“Brother, don’t do this. Brother, don’t you remember? You swore to be good to me for the rest of your life. You said it yourself. What if you kill me?”
“I also swore to never separate from my wife for the rest of my life.”
…
Oliver was stunned after he said this. Many things entered his mind
many years of love he shared with me and how he had hurt me so badly that I died with my eyes wide open. When he thought about my corpse, a chill ran down his spine and he couldn’t help but want to vomit.
Anne stared at him in shock. She didn’t understand what was wrong with this man.
