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I handed Sadie fifteen thousand dollars in exchange for the video and her face lit up with delight.
“Ms. Marlowe, good people like you deserve good fortune!”
Wasting no time, I dialed the police to report the incident.
They dispatched officers to the club to collect evidence and I provided them with my injury report.
However, because the case was categorized as a family dispute, the most they could do was detain Maxime for a few days. Anything more would require me to take the matter to court.
Complicating matters further, one of the accused, Maxime, was currently hospitalized and thus temporarily
exempt from legal enforcement.
Well, I was not in a hurry. With the time he spent recovering in the hospital, I ramped up my efforts to gather
evidence against him.
I consulted a lawyer to begin the process of dividing our marital property. I vowed that not a single cent of what belonged to me would fall into their hands.
While I meticulously planned my next steps, Maxime remained blissfully oblivious, indulging himself in his “paradise.”
He believed he had hidden his tracks well.
The day he was discharged from the hospital, I had already emptied the house.
Every trace of our shared past, the wedding photos, the love letters he once wrote and the mementos we had chosen together were all gone.
When he returned home, his fury was palpable as he stormed through the house, calling my name.
“Sophie, you’ve gone too far! All I did was ask you to clean up the toilet. How dare you call the police?”
“Are you insane? Do you know how much humiliation you’ve caused me? And forging injury reports? If you don’t go to the police station and clear this up, we’re getting divorced right now!”
He froze mid–rant when his eyes landed on the barren walls of the living room.
“Where are our wedding photos?”
I turned to face him and answered indifferently, “Thrown away. You can use the space to enjoy your new source
of happiness.”
When his gaze finally fell on my flat belly, his face turned pale in an instant.
“Honey, where is our child?”
I ran a hand over my now–flat belly, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I replied, “Thanks to you, the child is
gone.”
“Killed by her own father.”
Maxime staggered back a few steps as though struck by a bolt of lightning.
“No way. You’re lying to me. Are you still angry with me?”
“By the way, the baby was already seven months along. Premature babies can survive, right?”
With sudden hope, he rushed over, enveloping me in a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t know you were really going to give birth that day.”
“I’m a man. When you peed your pants in public, I… I lost my face. Please forgive me!”
“Where’s the child? I want to see our child.”
He bolted toward the baby’s room, his excitement palpable.
Unfortunately, when he opened the door, the warm and lovely nursery we had decorated together was nowhere
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to be found.
Instead, the room had been transformed into a small mourning space. A tiny urn rested on a table, with the B–ultrasound photos of the baby placed beside it against the wall.
Maxime’s face contorted with disbelief. He let out a roar of rage.
“It’s impossible! I don’t believe it! The doctor said our child was healthy! How could she have died?”
“You’re lying to me. This is revenge, isn’t it?”
I could not help but laugh bitterly at his absurdity.
“Do you remember how many times I begged you for help on New Year’s Eve? If you had listened, if you had believed in me, the baby wouldn’t have suffocated to death in my belly.”
“Where were you when your wife and daughter were dying? You were out there, cheating on me with another
woman.”
“Maxime, you are not human.”
Maxime looked at me with disbelief, still refusing to accept the truth.
“No, how could she be dead?”
In a daze, he stepped forward, reaching for my belly, but I avoided his touch.
“Don’t touch me. You’re filthy.”
I reached into my bag and pulled out the divorce agreement I had prepared earlier, handing it to him.
“I have plenty of evidence. You are the guilty party in this marriage. I’ll take 70% of our shared property and you can have 30%.”
His breathing grew rapid and he stared at me in disbelief.
