The Sixth Baby Won’t Be His - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Time stood still. Gerrald froze mid-vow, the words "I do" catching in his throat. His ears buzzed, his vision swam, and Lydia's hand slipped from his limp grasp.
Lydia yanked his sleeve impatiently. "Gerrald! The whole church is staring! Just say yes already!"
But instead of answering, he shoved her away violently, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Whirling on his assistant, he seized the man's lapels with shaking hands. "What kind of sick joke is this? Jenny couldn't possibly know! And that plane crash bullshit—she promised to stay home! You're lying! I'll kill you if—"
The assistant flinched but stood firm. "Mr. Raymond, it's true. While you've been busy with wedding plans, I've been managing your emails. When I went to book Mrs. Raymond's ticket per your instructions... her email came through."
With trembling hands, he extended his phone. "It contains everything—your messages with Miss Maron. The photos... of the children." He swallowed hard. "And worse."
Gerrald's bloodshot eyes burned into him. "Spit it out!"
"A termination certificate. Mrs. Raymond was two months pregnant. She... ended it last night."
The world tilted. Gerrald snatched the phone, his vision blurring as he stared at the damning screen.
Lucas stepped onto the altar, dismissing the assistant with a look before gripping Gerrald's shoulder. "I verified it," he said heavily. "Jenny did board that flight. And yes... it went down."
Gerrald's breath seized. His mouth moved soundlessly.
"She was pregnant..." His voice shattered. "Why keep it from me? Why kill our baby? Why leave?"
Lucas exhaled slowly before meeting his gaze. "Five children, Gerrald. Five times she carried your child—only for you to let Lydia butcher them like lab specimens." A mirthless laugh escaped him. "Those babies never even got graves. And you wonder why she refused to bring another into your nightmare?"
The air turned to lead in Gerrald's lungs. He staggered back, the phone slipping through his fingers.
"No... Jenny wouldn't... She promised to wait..." His whisper cracked with raw agony.
Lucas's pitying look cut deeper than any blade. "She did wait. For years." Turning away, he delivered the final blow: "You just never showed up."
Lydia yanked his sleeve impatiently. "Gerrald! The whole church is staring! Just say yes already!"
But instead of answering, he shoved her away violently, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Whirling on his assistant, he seized the man's lapels with shaking hands. "What kind of sick joke is this? Jenny couldn't possibly know! And that plane crash bullshit—she promised to stay home! You're lying! I'll kill you if—"
The assistant flinched but stood firm. "Mr. Raymond, it's true. While you've been busy with wedding plans, I've been managing your emails. When I went to book Mrs. Raymond's ticket per your instructions... her email came through."
With trembling hands, he extended his phone. "It contains everything—your messages with Miss Maron. The photos... of the children." He swallowed hard. "And worse."
Gerrald's bloodshot eyes burned into him. "Spit it out!"
"A termination certificate. Mrs. Raymond was two months pregnant. She... ended it last night."
The world tilted. Gerrald snatched the phone, his vision blurring as he stared at the damning screen.
Lucas stepped onto the altar, dismissing the assistant with a look before gripping Gerrald's shoulder. "I verified it," he said heavily. "Jenny did board that flight. And yes... it went down."
Gerrald's breath seized. His mouth moved soundlessly.
"She was pregnant..." His voice shattered. "Why keep it from me? Why kill our baby? Why leave?"
Lucas exhaled slowly before meeting his gaze. "Five children, Gerrald. Five times she carried your child—only for you to let Lydia butcher them like lab specimens." A mirthless laugh escaped him. "Those babies never even got graves. And you wonder why she refused to bring another into your nightmare?"
The air turned to lead in Gerrald's lungs. He staggered back, the phone slipping through his fingers.
"No... Jenny wouldn't... She promised to wait..." His whisper cracked with raw agony.
Lucas's pitying look cut deeper than any blade. "She did wait. For years." Turning away, he delivered the final blow: "You just never showed up."
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