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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gravestone was simple. Unlike others, it didn't have a photo or birth

the deceased and

traced the

Joy Sander, R.LP.

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

I cruel? I didn't think

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

for his push, the miscarriage never

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her reckless

had thought about telling him, but did he ever give

deliberately kept the truth hidden, waiting for the day when he

Regret?

I had-restlessly, tortured every

sees a child, he'll think of our unborn child, forever haunted by the memory of

name engraved in the tombstone, then he slowly knelt down. With a gentle yet quivering voice, he inquired, "Child, what is your name, Joy? Do you hate

bubble tea, toys,

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

a long time

faded, leaving only dry

lost their color and were blown away by

stared at the wilted flowers, unable to control the hot tears falling

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

in the next life, the child wouldn't meet the

wiped the

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"Boom, boom boom!"

Can you

wind blew, lifting a half-dried flowel petal

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fading, even before I died. The love would

this, quickly reaching

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

palm; only fragments remained. The wind

"No!"