Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 33

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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

and the person

the

Joy Sander, R.LP.

muttered softly, "Joy Sander. Chloe, why couldn't you tell me

I cruel? I

all, from the moment that child was conceived, he never loved

weren't for his push, the miscarriage never would

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her reckless

thought about telling him, but did he ever give

the miscarriage, I deliberately kept the truth hidden, waiting for the day when

Regret?

suffer the way I had-restlessly, tortured every night, unable to

our unborn child, forever haunted by the memory of what could have

knelt down. With a gentle yet quivering voice, he inquired, "Child, what is your name, Joy?

looked down at the flowers, bubble tea, toys, and pastries

regular visits. Even though the child wasn't fully formed, I

it had been a

flowers had long wilted and faded, leaving

color and were blown away by the wind,

the wilted flowers, unable to control

it too late for him to cry now? Maybe our child had found new

the child wouldn't meet the parents like us. May Joy have a

up a toy, wiped the

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"Boom, boom boom!"

Can you

blew, lifting a half-dried flowel

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fading, even before I died. The love would wither and fade until

seemed to realize this, quickly reaching

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

fragments remained. The wind blew, and even the remnants were

"No!"