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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 6 - ❝𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴?❞
❛𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚒𝚎𝚠❜
You wanted to start a fresh life with your family everything was perfect for you until you moved somewhere... Somewhere that brought your life to hell. Is it because God hated you? You didn't know and just wanted to be set free from this suffocating love.
No God loved you, he cherished you and you should be aware of that reason. 'There he is' You thought to yourself as you looked towards the man in front of you with that smug smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off.
"Oh come one Y/n, no need to give me that glare" A chuckle escaped the man's lips as he looked directly towards you.
'Shut up! SHUT UP!' You thought to yourself as you pulled your baby closer to your chest. It was suffocating, but you needed to survive you can't just leave your baby.
Ah, yes, when was the last time you remember your parents and little brother? You didn't know, but you need to focus on yourself for now. A coo escaped your baby's lips as his small, chubby hands reached out to you.
'May Jesus have mercy on me' You thought to yourself as the man approached you. That touch made you feel sick to your stomach, what can you do anyways? You were baby-trapped in this marriage.
If only you could turn back time... Yes! Turn back time. 'How delusional I can't turn back time' You chuckled to herself as you gently stroked your baby's face.
Babies are so adorable and fragile, how could you hate them? Even if this child did bring pain to your world you couldn't bring yourself to hate him, instead you hatred grew towards the very man that trapped you into this hideous marriage.
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"Darling? Where are you?" A deep voice called out to you as he approached the bedroom. "Are you hiding again? You do realize that I can get you pregnant with another child right?"
"Darli-" The man was caught off guard at the scene in front him. It was you, your body was on the floor with blood underneath your body. The baby was safe and was placed on the crib, sleeping safe and sound.
"Y/n? Y/N!!" The man quickly rushed towards your body. It was pointless, you were losing too much blood and he couldn't save you in time.
What happened? The man didn't know, but he knew that you didn't take your own life. It looked like a murder scene in your own home... A bloody knife was found beside the baby's crib.
Your wrists had marks on it and it was a sign of resistance to the one who had murdered you. "Y/n... Don't worry, my love, I will take care of whoever killed you" The man smiled to his wife's lifeless body.
