Seven Years Lost: My Firefighter fiancé Saved Everyone But Our Love - Chapter 35: Chapter 35
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I knew exactly what was hitting him.
Maybe his mother's sick words: "Those cursed bitches should've died together anyway."
Maybe remembering that weird satisfaction on her face after my "accident."
He suddenly bolted out and puked—like his whole body was rejecting what he'd learned.
The next day, every major outlet ran his public disownment statement.
Reporters swarmed the Harrison family mansion while his mom wailed at the front door: "I'm his biological mother! How can he fucking abandon me!"
She pounded and screamed at that locked door—nobody answered.
I watched the whole thing through my hospital window from miles away.
The wind was brutal, whipping her gray hair around like some abandoned old bird.
I didn't feel satisfaction. Just bone-deep exhaustion.
She'd destroyed me, but what really killed my soul was Henry's five years of silence.
Now he'd finally "woken up," but I was already gone.
Harrison Industries stock went into free fall.
Kevin and Charles moved fast and brutal—investors bailed, banks called in loans, Henry's empire was crumbling.
He didn't give a shit though.
Every morning, he'd show up outside my new place with Liam, drop to his knees on my front steps.
Rain or shine, he just knelt there like a statue.
His mother completely lost her shit.
She stormed Elvador Corp headquarters, screaming and pounding on the doors:
"You Elvador bastards! You destroyed my son! Destroyed my family! But that Caroline bitch you're worshipping is just my boy's sloppy seconds—worthless garbage he tossed out!"
She brought reporters, trying to create a media shitstorm to force me out.
But Henry showed up.
Soaking wet, holding Liam, he stepped right in front of her, voice cold as death:
"Pull this shit one more time and I'll fucking kill myself right here."
His mother froze: "You'd do this for that cursed—"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He exploded. "I know everything you did!"
"The cemetery, the beach... you destroyed her and you destroyed this family!"
Before she could respond, a bucket of liquid shit came pouring down from the roof.
Perfect aim—went straight down her wide-open throat.
She choked hard, eyes rolling back, dropping to her knees and dry-heaving.
Brown-green sludge streaming from her mouth and nose, the stench filling the whole street.
"Oh God—help! Henry! Help me—"
Maybe his mother's sick words: "Those cursed bitches should've died together anyway."
Maybe remembering that weird satisfaction on her face after my "accident."
He suddenly bolted out and puked—like his whole body was rejecting what he'd learned.
The next day, every major outlet ran his public disownment statement.
Reporters swarmed the Harrison family mansion while his mom wailed at the front door: "I'm his biological mother! How can he fucking abandon me!"
She pounded and screamed at that locked door—nobody answered.
I watched the whole thing through my hospital window from miles away.
The wind was brutal, whipping her gray hair around like some abandoned old bird.
I didn't feel satisfaction. Just bone-deep exhaustion.
She'd destroyed me, but what really killed my soul was Henry's five years of silence.
Now he'd finally "woken up," but I was already gone.
Harrison Industries stock went into free fall.
Kevin and Charles moved fast and brutal—investors bailed, banks called in loans, Henry's empire was crumbling.
He didn't give a shit though.
Every morning, he'd show up outside my new place with Liam, drop to his knees on my front steps.
Rain or shine, he just knelt there like a statue.
His mother completely lost her shit.
She stormed Elvador Corp headquarters, screaming and pounding on the doors:
"You Elvador bastards! You destroyed my son! Destroyed my family! But that Caroline bitch you're worshipping is just my boy's sloppy seconds—worthless garbage he tossed out!"
She brought reporters, trying to create a media shitstorm to force me out.
But Henry showed up.
Soaking wet, holding Liam, he stepped right in front of her, voice cold as death:
"Pull this shit one more time and I'll fucking kill myself right here."
His mother froze: "You'd do this for that cursed—"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He exploded. "I know everything you did!"
"The cemetery, the beach... you destroyed her and you destroyed this family!"
Before she could respond, a bucket of liquid shit came pouring down from the roof.
Perfect aim—went straight down her wide-open throat.
She choked hard, eyes rolling back, dropping to her knees and dry-heaving.
Brown-green sludge streaming from her mouth and nose, the stench filling the whole street.
"Oh God—help! Henry! Help me—"
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