Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 33

Chapter 33 Pefect Timing

After hearing the whole truth, Luke had lost all of his earlier composure. It was the first time I saw such at complex expression on his face-guilt and self-blame.

He must have been thinking about how much I loved children, yet our only child had died because of his

actions.

"That child..."

Neal spoke up directly. "The fetus was less than three months old, not fully developed. It wasn't even a person yet. Would that make it easier for you, Mr. Bolton? You can still feel at peace and stay by your sister's side." His words, seemingly casual, were dripping with sarcasm aimed at Luke.

People had said similar things before; even his assistant had hinted at it, but Luke had never taken it to heart.

He lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly, his voice gravelly. "What happened to the body of the

fetus?

"You know the procedure. There's no intact body in cases like this. Usually, we handle it ourselves, but Chloe insisted on doing it herself.

Neal glanced at Luke, who looked like he was on the verge of breaking. He casually scribbled down an address.

"I've got work to do. If you're done, Mr. Bolton, you can go now. I'll say this again. Chloe's a good woman; if you don't cherish her, someone else will."

In the past, Luke would have lashed out. But today, he said nothing. He simply muttered a thank you and" left, looking utterly defeated.

After he was gone, Neal sighed and muttered to himself. "I told you, you and him don't belong together. Why wouldn't you listen to me?"

I felt a tightness in my chest and murmured under my breath, "Yeah, I regret it, but it's too late now."

Life wasn't a game. You can't just restart after you lose.

I had to learn that the hard way.

Even after I was cruelly killed, I couldn't avenge myself All I could do was remain in another dimension they couldn't see-watching things from a god's perspective, but unable to do anything. Luke rode quickly to the cemetery. He found the grave I had set up for our child.

According to our customs, stillborn babies don't have graves, let alone fetuses that never even had the

chance to be born.

But I still did it. In my heart, that child was mine, even if they only lived in my womb for a single day.

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was simple. Unlike others, it didn't have a

the deceased and the person who erected

fingers gently traced the

Joy Sander, R.LP.

why couldn't you tell me

cruel? I

moment that child was conceived, he never loved

his push, the miscarriage never would have

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leading to her reckless behavior, I wouldn't have been

had thought about telling him, but did he ever give

the truth hidden, waiting for the day when

Regret?

him to suffer the way I had-restlessly,

child, he'll think of our unborn

he slowly knelt down. With a gentle yet quivering voice, he inquired,

looked down at the flowers, bubble tea, toys,

passed away, I used to make regular visits. Even though the child wasn't fully formed,

had been a long time

flowers had long wilted and faded, leaving only dry leaves, pitifully leaning against the

lost their color and were

the wilted flowers, unable to control the hot tears falling down

for him to cry now? Maybe our child had

hope in the next life, the child wouldn't meet the parents like us. May Joy have a peaceful

toy, wiped the dust

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"Boom, boom boom!"

Daddy's here. Can you hear

wind blew, lifting a half-dried flowel petal into the

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even before I died. The love would wither and fade until it was completely gone,

realize this, quickly reaching out

barely caught a petal, but his grip was too tight. The dried petal crumbled in

palm; only fragments remained. The wind blew, and

"No!"