“I’m so scared, Logan. She’s completely insane.”
Logan’s face went stone cold, rage practically spilling out of his eyes:
“Rachel Campbell! You’ve got some fucking nerve, huh?”
“You were always busy sleeping after giving birth–couldn’t even watch your own damn kids! Marina was doing YOU a favor, and you attack her!?”
“Jesus Christ, not even fucking monsters harm their own kids! These are YOUR children! They came out of YOUR body! If you don’t give a shit about them, whatever–but you don’t get to fucking murder them!?”
I was busy sleeping? I murdered my own kids?
Lying there in my own blood, I was shaking with fury:
“Not even monsters harm their own kids! Logan, you wanna tell me what the fuck that means!”
“You tell me why I was unconscious after surgery! Where’s my third baby? And why the hell are there blood transfusion machines
everywhere? Is this your idea of that!?”
“Enough!!”
“It’s your own weak body–just one delivery and you passed out for the whole damn day. Marina delivered at the same time and she was fine! You can’t handle your own kids, Marina tries to help, and you try to kill her? Get your ass over here and apologize to her
right now!”
Wow, so now it’s all my fault–I’ve got a weak body and I’m a terrible mom. Got it.
I stared at Logan and started laughing through my tears.
My husband helped his mistress murder my babies, and now he wants me to apologize to her.
I dragged myself up off the floor and crawled over to Marina’s feet, then started slamming my forehead into the ground, over and
over.
Logan finally looked worried until blood covered my face, and he tried to help me up.
I jerked away from his touch.
“You’re right, Logan. I’m a piece of shit who doesn’t know her kindness. I hurt your precious girl, I’m really, really sorry. Is that
enough?”
Logan stared at me with this complicated look, about to say something, when Marina grabbed his arm:
“Logan, my stomach really hurts. I think she injured me just now.”
Logan thought for a second, Logan still picked Marina up and carried her out,
Before leaving, he called a doctor for me.
I watched them walk away and collapsed back onto the floor, using the last of my strength to make two phone calls.
Over the next month, Logan never left Marina’s side–helping her recover, planning their wedding.
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Chapter 4
They picked out wedding dresses together.
Took family photos together.
Wrote each other’s names on wedding invitations together.
Did everything I’d always dreamed of but never got the chance.
Logan, who always avoided the spotlight, held a big press conference to announce their engagement.
The night before the wedding, Logan actually texted me:
“Sorry, Rachel. I was a real asshole the other day. Won’t happen again.”
“Marina’s still young, kind of innocent. She doesn’t have your experience with handling things.”
“As long as you know your place and get along with her, we can go back to how things were. I’ll try to make up for the baby thing
too.”
Reading message after message, I laughed bitterly.
‘Sorry.‘
Logan rarely said that words.
But he had no idea that I’d already burned everything belonged to me and was never coming back.
On their wedding day, as the ceremony music started playing, I stood at the edge of the pier.
When I heard “you may now exchange rings,” I jumped into the ocean without hesitation.
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