Seven Years Lost: My Firefighter fiancé Saved Everyone But Our Love - Chapter 29: Chapter 29
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The two men on the other end were as blunt and intense as ever:
"Six months pregnant and you want to terminate? What's the deal—you hate the kid or you hate the baby daddy?"
"Doc says your uterine wall's fucked up—termination's dangerous as hell. Look, if you can't stand the guy, me and Charles can raise the kid. Deal?"
I could barely form words: "Kevin, your family's in... illegal business... how do you have access to my medical records?"
"Dummy, we own the damn hospital. Drop your location—I'm picking you up now."
After hanging up, I quietly pulled out my suitcase.
But the second I reached the door, Henry grabbed my wrist.
"Trying to run after pulling this shit?"
I stared at him. "What?"
Henry forced me into the car.
When I realized we were heading toward the harbor, my brain completely shut down.
Terrifying memories crashed over me—my daughter's tiny body swollen from seawater.
Her pale, bluish skin, those closed eyes...
I bit my tongue hard, legs going weak.
Henry thought I was feeling guilty, his voice ice-cold:
"Caroline, you had the fucking balls to do something this sick—why can't you face it?"
The video showed Lillian tied to a massive rock.
Two guys were laughing their asses off as they kept dunking her underwater.
"Deep enough for you? Long enough to make you beg?" They cackled.
Lillian was choking, bright red, thrashing desperately.
All she could manage were broken sobs.
"Please... Caroline... I'm sorry... I won't do it again..."
Henry's eyes were bloodshot, staring me down:
"You act all mature and reasonable, then try to fucking killed her behind our backs?!"
His coworkers who'd rushed over were freaking out:
"Caroline, Lillian's innocent! Make them let her go!"
"Yeah, you can't try to murder someone just because Henry and Liam prefer her!"
They were all acting like I was some mafia boss.
But when I saw the kidnappers' faces clearly, my blood turned to ice.
This was my absolute worst nightmare—the trauma that still wakes me up screaming.
On my daughter's death anniversary, I'd waited all day for Henry to call back. Nothing.
I couldn't miss visiting my baby girl, so I drove to the cemetery alone.
These exact same men grabbed me at her grave.
Shoved their dirty underwear in my mouth, tore off all my clothes.
Even when I begged them—sobbing—not to do this at my little girl's headstone...
They just laughed and raped me, burned words into my skin with cigarette butts.
Made me pose for disgusting photos.
I thought it was random—just the worst possible luck.
Until I overheard my mother-in-law on the phone later:
"Smart move, right, my dear son? Now Caroline's too scared to go there anymore—no more bothering us with dead baby drama."
That moment destroyed me.
Henry's own mother had orchestrated my hell.
And Henry knew. He fucking agreed it in silence.
I was gasping for air but couldn't stop the suffocating pain, hardly managing:
"It wasn't me... I didn't do shit."
Henry was barely holding back his rage, his grip bruising my shoulders:
"Then why the hell do those kidnappers say they know you?"
Everyone else looked even more disgusted, ready to drag me off to rescue Lillian themselves.
When I stayed quiet, Henry practically screamed:
"Say something! How the fuck am I supposed to believe you if you won't talk?!"
I mumbled: "They... got the wrong person."
RIIIP. Along with Henry's bitter laugh, he tore my shirt clean off.
The humiliating words burned into my bare skin were exposed:
"SLUT" "WHORE"
Through all the shocked gasps, Henry looked absolutely destroyed:
"You think I forgot about your two mafia childhood sweetheart?"
"Those kidnappers know exactly what's carved on your body! Still gonna pretend you don't know them?!"
"Six months pregnant and you want to terminate? What's the deal—you hate the kid or you hate the baby daddy?"
"Doc says your uterine wall's fucked up—termination's dangerous as hell. Look, if you can't stand the guy, me and Charles can raise the kid. Deal?"
I could barely form words: "Kevin, your family's in... illegal business... how do you have access to my medical records?"
"Dummy, we own the damn hospital. Drop your location—I'm picking you up now."
After hanging up, I quietly pulled out my suitcase.
But the second I reached the door, Henry grabbed my wrist.
"Trying to run after pulling this shit?"
I stared at him. "What?"
Henry forced me into the car.
When I realized we were heading toward the harbor, my brain completely shut down.
Terrifying memories crashed over me—my daughter's tiny body swollen from seawater.
Her pale, bluish skin, those closed eyes...
I bit my tongue hard, legs going weak.
Henry thought I was feeling guilty, his voice ice-cold:
"Caroline, you had the fucking balls to do something this sick—why can't you face it?"
The video showed Lillian tied to a massive rock.
Two guys were laughing their asses off as they kept dunking her underwater.
"Deep enough for you? Long enough to make you beg?" They cackled.
Lillian was choking, bright red, thrashing desperately.
All she could manage were broken sobs.
"Please... Caroline... I'm sorry... I won't do it again..."
Henry's eyes were bloodshot, staring me down:
"You act all mature and reasonable, then try to fucking killed her behind our backs?!"
His coworkers who'd rushed over were freaking out:
"Caroline, Lillian's innocent! Make them let her go!"
"Yeah, you can't try to murder someone just because Henry and Liam prefer her!"
They were all acting like I was some mafia boss.
But when I saw the kidnappers' faces clearly, my blood turned to ice.
This was my absolute worst nightmare—the trauma that still wakes me up screaming.
On my daughter's death anniversary, I'd waited all day for Henry to call back. Nothing.
I couldn't miss visiting my baby girl, so I drove to the cemetery alone.
These exact same men grabbed me at her grave.
Shoved their dirty underwear in my mouth, tore off all my clothes.
Even when I begged them—sobbing—not to do this at my little girl's headstone...
They just laughed and raped me, burned words into my skin with cigarette butts.
Made me pose for disgusting photos.
I thought it was random—just the worst possible luck.
Until I overheard my mother-in-law on the phone later:
"Smart move, right, my dear son? Now Caroline's too scared to go there anymore—no more bothering us with dead baby drama."
That moment destroyed me.
Henry's own mother had orchestrated my hell.
And Henry knew. He fucking agreed it in silence.
I was gasping for air but couldn't stop the suffocating pain, hardly managing:
"It wasn't me... I didn't do shit."
Henry was barely holding back his rage, his grip bruising my shoulders:
"Then why the hell do those kidnappers say they know you?"
Everyone else looked even more disgusted, ready to drag me off to rescue Lillian themselves.
When I stayed quiet, Henry practically screamed:
"Say something! How the fuck am I supposed to believe you if you won't talk?!"
I mumbled: "They... got the wrong person."
RIIIP. Along with Henry's bitter laugh, he tore my shirt clean off.
The humiliating words burned into my bare skin were exposed:
"SLUT" "WHORE"
Through all the shocked gasps, Henry looked absolutely destroyed:
"You think I forgot about your two mafia childhood sweetheart?"
"Those kidnappers know exactly what's carved on your body! Still gonna pretend you don't know them?!"
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