Henry's face twisted in rage as he ripped the diary in half and threw the pieces at my feet.
I clutched my phone tightly, my heart aching over the love I'd wasted on such scum, over my mother's murder and over the intimate photos of the two of them in that shared album.
Finally, my heart was completely broken and I couldn't muster any more strength.
I will make them pay the price and make them repent before my mother!
"Suzanne, why have you stopped talking? Don't tell me you really … " Willa trailed off, covering her mouth in mock surprise as if she couldn't believe it.
She didn't finish her sentence; instead, she turned toward Henry with a look of heartfelt pity.
By now, that man's eyes were devoid of any warmth, his deep voice thick with suppressed anger. "Suzanne, explain yourself!"
"Explain what? I only find it laughable, all these years of affection are laughable."
As I spoke, tears rolled down uncontrollably. A decade of ups and downs had ultimately dissolved into nothingness.
The moment I finished speaking, Henry released Willa's waist. His face darkened further as he strode toward me and seized me tightly by the throat.
The next second, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward, my body crashing against his chest. Then he dragged me into the bathroom and turned the shower to full blast. Freezing water poured down from my head to my toes.
I couldn't help but tilt my head back, only to be met with Henry's furious face.
"What? Already can't take it? When you were with another man, didn't you ever think this day would come? You even came back covered in wounds, trying to disgust me. Suzanne, Suzanne, how can you be so cheap!"
Gasping for air, I breathed in great, ragged gulps, my words coming out in broken fragments. "I didn't … "
Unfortunately, Henry didn't believe me at all. He snorted coldly, threw me into the bathroom and left.
Only after the door slammed shut did I drag myself out, soaked and disheveled. Tears mixed with water droplets as my whole body trembled.
A sharp, throbbing pain shot through my wounds and an overwhelming surge of hatred welled up inside me. I immediately dialed my lawyer's number.
"Find me a private investigator. Find out the details of my mother's car accident, no matter the cost and also find out about Henry's situation in the hospital over the past few years," I ordered.
After a quick treatment of my wounds, I took a painkiller and fell asleep.
In the dead of night, a shrill ringtone jolted me awake.
Only then did I realize my body felt utterly drained, my head spinning. I must have been running a fever.
I opened my mouth, but my throat hurt so badly I could barely speak. "Willa, what do you want?"
It was one in the morning when Willa's lazy voice drifted through the receiver.
"Suzanne, do you know why you miscarried three months ago? It's because I was pregnant too. Henry said only I was worthy of bearing his child. You weren't."
Hearing that, my heart jerked violently. My mind thundered as long-forgotten memories surged back.
It was only three months ago that I discovered I was pregnant and excitedly told Henry the news.
The next day, he declared his love citywide, blanketing the hospital rooftop with flowers for me. He promised me a proposal I'd never forget, making me the envy of everyone who saw us.
But less than a month later, while working in the operating room, I suddenly experienced excruciating abdominal pain and fainted on the spot.
When I woke up, Henry was kneeling beside my bed with red-rimmed eyes, apologizing to me.
At the time, I thought it was love and a sense of responsibility. Now I realized, it was nothing but guilt.
In that moment, the beauty of the past was brutally torn apart, revealing only the sickening, filthy truth.
I gasped for air, my head spinning from the overwhelming surge of emotion. The next second, I tumbled off the bed and hit the floor on my knees.
Finally, unable to bear the torment any longer, I screamed. "Where's Henry? Put him on the phone!"
"Sorry, he's in the shower."
As Willa spoke, Henry's lazy voice drifted over from nearby. "Baby, who is it?"
"Just someone unimportant," she replied confidently.
"Hmph, you're right, baby. Other than you, everyone else is just someone unimportant to me."
