Never to Meet Again, Never to Long for Again
When I was five months pregnant, I was kidnapped by a group of thugs.
They used my phone to call my brother, Jeremy Wirkola, and my husband, Grant Sanders, to demand a ransom of ten million, but no one answered.
I was tortured and assaulted until I was barely alive.
When I was finally rescued, Jeremy cried and promised to avenge me.
Grant was in tears too. He vowed to get me treated.
However, while under the haze of anesthesia, I overheard Grant's cold voice outside the door. βJessie is waiting for a bone marrow, but donβt forget to remove Ashlynβs uterus. Just tell her the injuries were too severe to save it. Oh, and get the best surgeon for her. Sheβs afraid of pain.β
His assistant hesitated. He was clearly uncomfortable. βMr. Sanders, isnβt this going too far?β
Grant paused for a second before he replied firmly. βShe refused to donate her bone marrow to Jessie and even used the baby as an excuse. Sheβs selfish. Besides, if we donβt do this, how can I bring back Jessie and our child into the family? As for Ashlyn, sheβs my wife. Iβll make it up to her for the rest of my life. She used to bully Jessie with her status, which resulted in Jessie suffering from depression and almost killing herself. Itβs time she paid the price for it.β
As I listened to his heartless words, something inside me shattered completely.
Since they had chosen to sacrifice me for Jessie, let them have what they wanted then.