My Wedding Dress Triggered the Fall of a Giant - Chapter 39: Chapter 39
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I rushed to the cemetery overnight, heart pounding with urgency. But just as I reached Grace’s grave, a heavy blow struck the back of my head, plunging everything into darkness.
In that deep fog of unconsciousness, I seemed to hear her voice, soft and urgent.
“Mom… don’t fall asleep. Please wake up. Grace is still waiting for you.”
Driven by that fragile voice, I ran through the darkness with all the strength I could muster. I didn’t know where I was going—all I had was one purpose anchoring me:
I must avenge Grace.
When I finally forced my eyes open, my entire body screamed in pain. My limbs were tightly bound. I looked around—gray, crumbling walls, a musty smell.
An abandoned basement.
And, in front of me—disheveled, wild-eyed, and utterly unrecognizable—stood Ruth.
"If it weren’t for you," she screeched, "my Henry wouldn’t have died!"
"You’ve always been selfish. Since we were kids, you never wanted to see me happy. Why? Why do you always get to live the perfect life, while I’m the illegitimate daughter hiding in the shadows?"
Her voice was raw, cracking from hatred.
"You could’ve saved Henry—if only you had given birth. But no, you chose to induce labor just to spite me!"
"Why are you the one who’s loved, the one who’s cherished, while I’m nothing more than your discarded shadow?"
She was unraveling, every word sharper than the last. I knew I had to stay calm.
I softened my voice, trying to reason with her.
“Ruth, please calm down. The truth is…, the child was already gone. After what happened, the doctors told me there was no heartbeat. I didn’t want to let go. It was still my child. Do you think I’d be so cruel, if there were any chance to save them?”
She froze for a moment—stunned.
I took advantage of her distraction, slowly working my fingers to loosen the ropes behind me. It was slow, painful work, but after what felt like a lifetime, I finally broke free and bolted toward the exit.
Ruth screamed and chased after me, howling like a madwoman. She snapped completely. Fueled by rage, she surged forward with terrifying speed, the gleam of a blade in her hand.
I turned just in time to see her charging.
The dagger was seconds away from piercing me—
But then, a figure hurled itself between us, shielding me.
The knife plunged deep.
I gasped.
Ethan stood there, his chest impaled, blood gushing uncontrollably.
His eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time, they weren’t filled with pride or anger—but peace.
“Samantha… I finally found you again,” he whispered, collapsing slowly.
“This time, let me atone.”
“I cleaned up Grace’s grave. When I meet her… I’ll kneel and beg for her forgiveness.”
“I know I can’t make you forgive me, and I won’t ask. I just hope… that you’ll live well.”
As he slumped to the ground, his blood painting the dirt beneath us, I felt nothing.
No pity.
No sorrow.
Just silence.
On the floor beside him, Ruth had gone into hysterics. The sight of blood triggered a full breakdown.
“No blood—please no blood… Henry, mommy’s begging you, don’t bleed again… Henry…”
Her voice cracked into manic wails, completely detached from reality.
I didn’t have time for their madness.
I ran to safety, pulled out my phone, and called the police.
They arrived quickly and took both of them into custody.
I followed and handed over all the evidence I had collected—every document, every recording, every betrayal.
The officers took it seriously. A task force was immediately formed to re-investigate Grace’s death.
Later that day, with Ruth locked in a detention cell and Ethan recovering in a prison hospital bed, I returned once more to Grace’s grave.
This time, I brought no despair with me.
Only peace.
And a long-awaited sense of justice.
I spoke to her for a long time. I told her everything—how I’d fought for her, exposed them, and made them pay.
This time, my tears were different.
For a long time, I hadn’t cried at all.
I went from sobbing every night, to being numb and empty.
But as I sat before Grace’s smiling photo, I couldn’t stop the tears anymore.
They fell freely—warm, heavy, and full of love.
“Grace… you saved Mommy. And Mommy will always love you. You will always be the most precious thing in my life.”
A month later, the investigation was completed.
Ethan had recovered enough to be moved into full detention.
His injuries? Barely a scratch compared to what he did to Grace.
And this time, justice wasn’t going to look away.
In that deep fog of unconsciousness, I seemed to hear her voice, soft and urgent.
“Mom… don’t fall asleep. Please wake up. Grace is still waiting for you.”
Driven by that fragile voice, I ran through the darkness with all the strength I could muster. I didn’t know where I was going—all I had was one purpose anchoring me:
I must avenge Grace.
When I finally forced my eyes open, my entire body screamed in pain. My limbs were tightly bound. I looked around—gray, crumbling walls, a musty smell.
An abandoned basement.
And, in front of me—disheveled, wild-eyed, and utterly unrecognizable—stood Ruth.
"If it weren’t for you," she screeched, "my Henry wouldn’t have died!"
"You’ve always been selfish. Since we were kids, you never wanted to see me happy. Why? Why do you always get to live the perfect life, while I’m the illegitimate daughter hiding in the shadows?"
Her voice was raw, cracking from hatred.
"You could’ve saved Henry—if only you had given birth. But no, you chose to induce labor just to spite me!"
"Why are you the one who’s loved, the one who’s cherished, while I’m nothing more than your discarded shadow?"
She was unraveling, every word sharper than the last. I knew I had to stay calm.
I softened my voice, trying to reason with her.
“Ruth, please calm down. The truth is…, the child was already gone. After what happened, the doctors told me there was no heartbeat. I didn’t want to let go. It was still my child. Do you think I’d be so cruel, if there were any chance to save them?”
She froze for a moment—stunned.
I took advantage of her distraction, slowly working my fingers to loosen the ropes behind me. It was slow, painful work, but after what felt like a lifetime, I finally broke free and bolted toward the exit.
Ruth screamed and chased after me, howling like a madwoman. She snapped completely. Fueled by rage, she surged forward with terrifying speed, the gleam of a blade in her hand.
I turned just in time to see her charging.
The dagger was seconds away from piercing me—
But then, a figure hurled itself between us, shielding me.
The knife plunged deep.
I gasped.
Ethan stood there, his chest impaled, blood gushing uncontrollably.
His eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time, they weren’t filled with pride or anger—but peace.
“Samantha… I finally found you again,” he whispered, collapsing slowly.
“This time, let me atone.”
“I cleaned up Grace’s grave. When I meet her… I’ll kneel and beg for her forgiveness.”
“I know I can’t make you forgive me, and I won’t ask. I just hope… that you’ll live well.”
As he slumped to the ground, his blood painting the dirt beneath us, I felt nothing.
No pity.
No sorrow.
Just silence.
On the floor beside him, Ruth had gone into hysterics. The sight of blood triggered a full breakdown.
“No blood—please no blood… Henry, mommy’s begging you, don’t bleed again… Henry…”
Her voice cracked into manic wails, completely detached from reality.
I didn’t have time for their madness.
I ran to safety, pulled out my phone, and called the police.
They arrived quickly and took both of them into custody.
I followed and handed over all the evidence I had collected—every document, every recording, every betrayal.
The officers took it seriously. A task force was immediately formed to re-investigate Grace’s death.
Later that day, with Ruth locked in a detention cell and Ethan recovering in a prison hospital bed, I returned once more to Grace’s grave.
This time, I brought no despair with me.
Only peace.
And a long-awaited sense of justice.
I spoke to her for a long time. I told her everything—how I’d fought for her, exposed them, and made them pay.
This time, my tears were different.
For a long time, I hadn’t cried at all.
I went from sobbing every night, to being numb and empty.
But as I sat before Grace’s smiling photo, I couldn’t stop the tears anymore.
They fell freely—warm, heavy, and full of love.
“Grace… you saved Mommy. And Mommy will always love you. You will always be the most precious thing in my life.”
A month later, the investigation was completed.
Ethan had recovered enough to be moved into full detention.
His injuries? Barely a scratch compared to what he did to Grace.
And this time, justice wasn’t going to look away.
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