Married to My Baby's Killer - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Vincent eagerly clicked on the message, but the moment he heard its contents, the color drained from his face.
So Judith had known everything that night. No wonder she'd begged him not to let her drink that glass of milk.
And what had he done?
"Hello? Mr. Long, are you still there? If you have time, please bring Mrs. Long in for a follow-up appointment."
"She… she can't come."
"What?"
Vincent's voice cracked, thick with unshed tears.
"Jude knows everything. She's gone…"
By then, I was already halfway across the world.
The second I stepped off the plane, I spotted my old friend Jared Weber waiting for me. After I told him everything, he rolled up his sleeves, furious, ready to fly back and tear Vincent and Estelle apart.
I stopped him. "Let it go, Jared. I've already filed for divorce. I never want anything to do with them again."
Jared pulled me into a tight hug. "Good riddance. Who knows? If you'd stayed, that bastard might've gotten you killed. Let him and that witch Estelle rot together. You're brilliant, Jude. Remember in college? Directors were fighting over your scripts. If it weren't for Vincent, you'd already be one of the top screenwriters in the industry."
A bitter ache settled in my chest.
Jared and I had both studied screenwriting. Our professors called us the future of the industry.
Jared had always sworn off marriage. He moved overseas right after graduation to chase his dreams.
Me? I married Vincent, got pregnant almost immediately, and he—claiming he was worried for my safety—convinced me to quit working. "Just focus on the baby," he'd said.
And just like that, I was trapped in a nightmare of endless pregnancies and losses.
But now… I was finally free.
Jared grinned. "I've got a project I could use your help on. We'll split the profits fifty-fifty."
I smiled and nodded. Screenwriting had always been my dream.
"But first," he said, slinging an arm around my shoulders, "let's have some fun! The script can wait. My last project sold for a fortune—time for you to cash in too."
Back in college, we'd promised to travel the world together. Now, we finally could.
Meanwhile, back home, Vincent was losing his mind searching for me.
The man who'd never missed a day of work was now MIA for weeks.
Kenneth, desperate to prove himself as the next CEO, scrambled to impress Gerald Long—his and Vincent's father. But key projects were Vincent's domain, and with him AWOL, Kenneth was drowning.
His half-baked decisions backfired. Gerald tore into him, delaying the CEO handover indefinitely.
By then, Estelle was heavily pregnant. She tracked Vincent down, pleading, "Vince, still no word from Judith? Does she have to throw a fit now? There's a time and place for drama! Because of her, the company's in shambles, and you're running yourself ragged—"
"Shut the hell up!" Vincent snarled, cutting her off. "I don't have the patience for this. The company's a mess because Kenneth is useless—not because of Jude!"
Estelle's eyes welled up. She'd never seen him like this. "Vince, I'm just worried about you! Why are you yelling? You're scaring me…"
Vincent let out a cold laugh, then suddenly grabbed her throat, his smile terrifying.
"Still playing innocent, Estelle? Scared? You had no problem treating Jude's babies like your personal vitamin shakes. Where was your fear then?"