His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 42: Chapter 42
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The day I left Elon was a cloudy day, with light rain falling.
I held the train ticket Stacy had booked, watching the street screens flash updates about the Franco heir’s engagement.
On the screen, Elon looked mature and commanding—a side of him I’d never seen.
Even his choice of such bad weather for his wedding was telling.
That morning, Elon left without unease, even asking me to tie his tie.
I knew he was eyeing my belly, calculating how many days until the miscarriage.
With the abortion pills I had taken, it was inevitable.
Once I left the city with Grandpa, I’d lose the child I’d once longed for.
On the way to the station, our car was suddenly cut off. A speeding vehicle rammed into us.
I slammed into the front seat, blood streaming from my forehead.
Around us, black cars had quietly surrounded, trapping me in the center.
I struggled to open my eyes, seeing a pair of polished leather shoes.
The face of the assailant gleamed with malicious excitement.
He stepped on my hand, tearing the ticket to shreds.
"Emma, you should thank yourself for attaching to Elon."
"Otherwise, even your death wouldn’t create any value."
I held the train ticket Stacy had booked, watching the street screens flash updates about the Franco heir’s engagement.
On the screen, Elon looked mature and commanding—a side of him I’d never seen.
Even his choice of such bad weather for his wedding was telling.
That morning, Elon left without unease, even asking me to tie his tie.
I knew he was eyeing my belly, calculating how many days until the miscarriage.
With the abortion pills I had taken, it was inevitable.
Once I left the city with Grandpa, I’d lose the child I’d once longed for.
On the way to the station, our car was suddenly cut off. A speeding vehicle rammed into us.
I slammed into the front seat, blood streaming from my forehead.
Around us, black cars had quietly surrounded, trapping me in the center.
I struggled to open my eyes, seeing a pair of polished leather shoes.
The face of the assailant gleamed with malicious excitement.
He stepped on my hand, tearing the ticket to shreds.
"Emma, you should thank yourself for attaching to Elon."
"Otherwise, even your death wouldn’t create any value."
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