Married to My Baby's Killer - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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The next morning, I found the divorce papers waiting at my doorstep—Vincent had finally signed them.
A few days later, my bank account lit up with an obscene amount of money—billions.
Jared burst in, clutching his phone, his face pale with shock.
The headline glared back at me:
"Missing Wife of Long Enterprises Heir Found Dead in Cousin's Basement—Body Mutilated, Fetus Missing."
The article detailed the gruesome scene—the gaping wound in her abdomen, the missing baby, the unidentified tissue in her stomach.
Then came the real bombshell:
"Vincent Long, CEO of Long Enterprises, has confessed to the murder of his cousin's wife. He admitted to conspiring with her, forcing abortion pills on his own pregnant ex-wife, causing multiple miscarriages..."
"The court has sentenced Vincent to death. His parents collapsed upon hearing the verdict and were rushed to Vanguard Medical Center. Kenneth Long has assumed control of the company, but stocks have already crashed, wiping out billions..."
Jared's voice trembled. "Vincent's completely lost it, hasn't he?"
I didn't answer. My gaze stayed fixed on the staggering number in my bank account.
In the end, I kept the money—but I used it to start the Child Hope Foundation. A tribute to the children I never got to hold. Maybe, if they were reborn, they'd find a kinder world.
The script Jared and I worked on became a massive success. We toasted to our victory at home, glasses clinking, laughter filling the air.
As the wine warmed my veins, Jared suddenly asked, "Will you be sad when Vincent dies?"
For a fleeting, drunken moment, I saw us again—Vincent and me, posing for wedding photos, heads tilted together, hearts full of foolish dreams.
Then I blinked, and the illusion shattered.
I laughed, shaking my head.
"The past is just a ghost. No point chasing it."
(The End)
A few days later, my bank account lit up with an obscene amount of money—billions.
Jared burst in, clutching his phone, his face pale with shock.
The headline glared back at me:
"Missing Wife of Long Enterprises Heir Found Dead in Cousin's Basement—Body Mutilated, Fetus Missing."
The article detailed the gruesome scene—the gaping wound in her abdomen, the missing baby, the unidentified tissue in her stomach.
Then came the real bombshell:
"Vincent Long, CEO of Long Enterprises, has confessed to the murder of his cousin's wife. He admitted to conspiring with her, forcing abortion pills on his own pregnant ex-wife, causing multiple miscarriages..."
"The court has sentenced Vincent to death. His parents collapsed upon hearing the verdict and were rushed to Vanguard Medical Center. Kenneth Long has assumed control of the company, but stocks have already crashed, wiping out billions..."
Jared's voice trembled. "Vincent's completely lost it, hasn't he?"
I didn't answer. My gaze stayed fixed on the staggering number in my bank account.
In the end, I kept the money—but I used it to start the Child Hope Foundation. A tribute to the children I never got to hold. Maybe, if they were reborn, they'd find a kinder world.
The script Jared and I worked on became a massive success. We toasted to our victory at home, glasses clinking, laughter filling the air.
As the wine warmed my veins, Jared suddenly asked, "Will you be sad when Vincent dies?"
For a fleeting, drunken moment, I saw us again—Vincent and me, posing for wedding photos, heads tilted together, hearts full of foolish dreams.
Then I blinked, and the illusion shattered.
I laughed, shaking my head.
"The past is just a ghost. No point chasing it."
(The End)
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