Married to My Baby's Killer - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

"No, Jude. I finally found you, and I'm not letting you walk away again. I never signed the divorce papers—you're still my wife," Vincent insisted, desperation creeping into his voice.
Jared's fists clenched, his body coiled like a spring ready to launch at Vincent. But I stopped him. The last thing I needed was for him to dirty his hands over trash like Vincent.
Turning to face my so-called husband, I flashed him a bitter, mocking smile.
"So, what do you want now? For me to crawl back and play the dutiful wife?" My voice dripped with venom. "Vincent, I've lost eight children. I can't even get pregnant anymore—not that it matters, since your precious Estelle has probably already given birth to your little heir. So tell me, why the hell are you still chasing after me?"
Vincent paled, shaking his head frantically. "No, Jude, I never wanted that—"
"And our children's bodies?" I cut him off, my voice icy. "They weren't taken by me. She bribed people in my circles to hurt you. I would never—"
He tried to explain, but I let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
"So what? Just because you didn't take them, that absolves you? Makes you worthy of forgiveness?" My voice cracked with rage. "She may have stolen their bodies, but you killed them. How dare you stand there and pretend otherwise?"
Guilt twisted his features. "Jude, I'm sorry! I know I was wrong—"
"I took care of Estelle's little problem," he blurted, as if that would fix anything. "She won't interfere with us anymore. And if you want, I'll fight for the CEO position. Jude, please—just come back to me. I'll do anything."
I stared into his tear-filled eyes and let each word land like a hammer.
"Then go away and die."
His breath hitched. "What?"
"You said anything," I reminded him coldly. "So go die. Pay for my children's lives."
For the first time, Vincent was speechless. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "Jude… do you really hate me that much?"
"Hate doesn't even begin to cover it," I spat. "You disgust me. The sight of you makes me physically ill. So do us both a favor and get the hell out of my life. Got it?"
His knees hit the ground with a thud, tears streaming down his face. I looked down at him, unmoved.
"Vincent, when I married you, I thought we'd spend our lives together. But you? For Estelle, you watched me lose child after child. You let my body waste away. You stood by while your mother and everyone else mocked me." My voice trembled, but I didn't let it break.
"I begged you. I begged you not to make me drink that poison. But you forced it down my throat anyway."
A bitter laugh escaped me. "I never cared about being 'Mrs. CEO.' Rich or poor, it didn't matter. If you'd just told me, I would've stepped aside. I would've taken my child and disappeared from your life forever. But no—you decided for me. You took away my right to be a mother. You made me relive that nightmare over and over."
My voice dropped to a whisper. "Admit it, Vincent. To you, I was never even a person."
He shook his head, sobbing. "No, it wasn't like that—"
"I'm happy now," I said, cutting him off. "For the first time in years, I'm free. If you really want to make it up to me, sign the damn papers and never show your face again."
Without another word, I turned and walked away.
Jared grabbed a basket of fish and shrimp—still reeking of the sea—and dumped it over Vincent's head before slamming the basket into his ribs.
"If you've got any decency left," Jared growled, "you'll let her go and stay the hell away."
Vincent stayed on his knees long after we left, ignoring the whispers and stares of passersby. It wasn't until deep into the night that he finally collapsed, unconscious.