My Killer Was His "I Love You" - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Three days passed, and Grayson returned to the villa—this time with Chloe trailing weakly behind him, along with a small boy dressed in a tiny suit.
Jayden Allen—my son!
My heart leapt with joy, and I rushed toward him. But before I could reach him, Grayson's hand shot out, gripping Jayden's throat in a merciless chokehold.
"Mila, this is your last chance. The three days are up. If you don't show yourself, I swear I'll kill your son with my own hands!"
His voice was ice-cold, his desperation for Chloe warping his mind. He'd brought a private medical team, ready to carve out my kidney on the spot—all for her.
"Mila, you can live with one kidney. Chloe can't live without one."
His fingers tightened. "Five seconds. Five… four… three…"
Jayden's face darkened, his small hands clawing uselessly at his father's grip. But even as he struggled, his eyes—sharp and unwavering—locked onto the villa.
"Mom, don't come out! Don't worry about me!" His voice was strained but fierce. "You already gave Dad a kidney before. If you lose another one, you'll die!"
Grayson froze. His grip loosened just slightly as he stared down at Jayden.
"What did you just say?" His voice was dangerously low. "When I had leukemia, it was Chloe who gave me her kidney."
Jayden glared up at him, unflinching. "You're so stupid, Dad. She's been lying to you this whole time!" His words came out in gasps. "She just wants to replace Mom! Mom never pushed her—Chloe lost the baby because she went to the gym when she wasn't supposed to! Mom didn't do anything wrong!"
Tears streamed down my face. My six-year-old son believed in me more than the man I'd been married to for eight years.
Ever since Chloe returned from abroad five years ago, our life had unraveled.
I still remember Jayden's first birthday—I waited all night for Grayson to come home, excited to celebrate. But by 10 PM, he still hadn't shown.
When I finally went downstairs with Jayden, I found them—Grayson and Chloe—locked in an embrace.
"Come back to me," he whispered. "If you want me to, I'll leave my wife and child for you."
Chloe had laughed, teasing him, saying she hadn't decided yet. But she had decided one thing—she demanded Grayson stop sharing a bed with me.
And he obeyed.
For two years, he never touched me. If desire ever stirred, he'd just walk away and take a cold shower.
Then Chloe got pregnant.
Grayson was overjoyed—he barely came home anymore. His laptop, usually filled with work files, now held meticulous lists—one for Chloe's delivery, another for the baby.
It stung. When I was pregnant with Jayden, he'd never cared this much.
That night, I confronted him.
Grayson barely glanced at me. "Stop being unreasonable," he snapped. "Chloe has no one here. We grew up together—can't I take care of her?"
"You had nannies when you were pregnant," he added coldly. "What do you have to complain about?"
He yanked his coat from my hands and walked out without looking back—not even when Jayden cried for him.
That was the moment I realized: when a man stops loving you, he becomes a stranger.
Later, Chloe lost the baby—because she'd been fooling around with her trainer at the gym.
But she lied.
She sobbed to Grayson, claiming I had pushed her.
That night, he slapped me—over and over—before having his bodyguards drag me to this villa.
And less than two months later, Chloe killed me.
Grayson never knew.
Or maybe… he just didn't want to know.