Seven Years Lost: My Firefighter fiancé Saved Everyone But Our Love - Chapter 34: Chapter 34
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Liam was clutching a new family drawing he'd made.
This time, the mom in the picture was definitely me—my face, my thick black hair.
He whispered "Mommy", nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
I didn't even look at him. Just pulled those signed divorce papers out from under my pillow.
"I'm giving up custody. Already wired eighteen years of child support to your account. We're officially done here."
Henry's knees slammed into the floor, his forehead pressed against my hospital bed, shaking.
He brought up when we first met—how he drank himself into the ER protecting me from asshole clients.
Talked about Liam's birth—how he camped outside the OR for three straight days.
All those memories felt like someone else's life. Even the pain was just... numb.
Liam was sobbing, grabbing onto my arm:
"Mommy, I don't want any other mommies! I remember you reading me stories, staying up all night when I was sick... please don't leave me..."
I gently pulled my arm away, keeping my voice steady.
"Your sorry's way too fucking late. I'm past caring."
Henry looked like I'd just ripped his soul out.
He collapsed on the floor, holding our son, crying like a broken child.
But I felt absolutely nothing.
All my tears had already been swallowed by the ocean.
Screaming echoed up from the basement.
I stood at the window, watching Charles methodically clean blood off his blade.
Those two kidnappers were hanging like torn rag dolls, and one of them suddenly cracked:
"Please! Don't kill us! Mrs. Harrison Senior made us do it!"
"Said those cursed bitches should've died together anyway."
"Three years back she paid us to hit the graveyard too—AHHH!"
The kidnapper never finished his sentence, just screamed in agony.
Charles had sliced off his dick.
Kevin looked at me with concern, came over and gently held my blood-soaked hand.
I was shaking hard—that nightmare flooding back.
My daughter's headstone, those filthy underwear, those men's sick laughter.
Henry stood frozen in the doorway, his face going ghost-white instantly.
This time, the mom in the picture was definitely me—my face, my thick black hair.
He whispered "Mommy", nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
I didn't even look at him. Just pulled those signed divorce papers out from under my pillow.
"I'm giving up custody. Already wired eighteen years of child support to your account. We're officially done here."
Henry's knees slammed into the floor, his forehead pressed against my hospital bed, shaking.
He brought up when we first met—how he drank himself into the ER protecting me from asshole clients.
Talked about Liam's birth—how he camped outside the OR for three straight days.
All those memories felt like someone else's life. Even the pain was just... numb.
Liam was sobbing, grabbing onto my arm:
"Mommy, I don't want any other mommies! I remember you reading me stories, staying up all night when I was sick... please don't leave me..."
I gently pulled my arm away, keeping my voice steady.
"Your sorry's way too fucking late. I'm past caring."
Henry looked like I'd just ripped his soul out.
He collapsed on the floor, holding our son, crying like a broken child.
But I felt absolutely nothing.
All my tears had already been swallowed by the ocean.
Screaming echoed up from the basement.
I stood at the window, watching Charles methodically clean blood off his blade.
Those two kidnappers were hanging like torn rag dolls, and one of them suddenly cracked:
"Please! Don't kill us! Mrs. Harrison Senior made us do it!"
"Said those cursed bitches should've died together anyway."
"Three years back she paid us to hit the graveyard too—AHHH!"
The kidnapper never finished his sentence, just screamed in agony.
Charles had sliced off his dick.
Kevin looked at me with concern, came over and gently held my blood-soaked hand.
I was shaking hard—that nightmare flooding back.
My daughter's headstone, those filthy underwear, those men's sick laughter.
Henry stood frozen in the doorway, his face going ghost-white instantly.
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