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I continued living my life as usual, though from time to time, I would dream of my daughters. In those dreams, they were still little girls, calling me “Mom” in their sweet voices, giggling as they playfully climbed into my arms.
A few months later, while shopping at the supermarket, I unexpectedly ran into Gary. He was in the middle of a brawl with another man, while Katrina stood nearby, trying to break them apart.
She looked fit and radiant, nothing like a woman who had just lost a child.
I thought she was going to defend Gary, but instead, she slapped him across the face.
The slap caught me completely off guard. I had no idea what was going on
before Katrina grabbed the man Gary had been arguing with and left without looking back.
As the crowd around them dispersed, I overheard a few passersby talking about what had just happened.
“That guy suspected his wife was cheating on him. Turns out, he was right.”
“Yeah, word is that the baby she was carrying wasn’t even his. When the baby was born with health issues, she panicked and
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killed it herself. She then framed his three daughters for it so he wouldn’t find out about her affair.”
“What a poor man. Losing his child and now finding out it wasn’t even his to begin with.”
I turned to look at Gary. He had collapsed onto a nearby bench, his head buried in his hands, looking utterly defeated.
He must have finally realized the truth.
The child he thought was his had never been his at all. His three daughters had died trying to prove their innocence over a crime they never committed, only for it to turn out that the baby wasn’t even his. How ironic.
Once upon a time, he hurt me for Katrina’s sake. And now, fate had repaid him in full, making him taste the same pain he had once inflicted on me.
This was Gary’s karma.
I watched him for a while but didn’t approach him.
Later, as I was leaving with my groceries, Gary suddenly stepped in front of me to block my path.
His face was pale, his lips trembling. “You knew all this, didn’t you? Katrina was cheating on me all along and carrying another man’s child, and I was just her fool. I trusted the wrong person. I was blind. Because of that, my daughters are dead…”
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His voice choked as he grabbed my hand, his expression full of regret. “Natasha, I was wrong. I never should have been with Katrina. I never should have betrayed our marriage. I never should have destroyed our family. Let’s start over, please. Let’s remarry. We can have another child and raise them together…”
I looked into his eyes, where hope had begun to flicker.
He was already in his forties. In a few years, he would be 50.
He had lost his daughters and lost his offspring. Now, he wanted me to give him a new start, to bear him another child.
But I had nothing left to give him. We had ended long ago.
I gently pulled my hand away and said, “Gary, do you remember that spring when we took the kids to the church? Do you
remember what the fortune teller said? He told you that you had four children in your fate.”
Gary froze.
I flashed a tender smile, but my words were merciless. “Yes. The fourth child was the one you killed that night. The night you smashed a lamp over my head and forced me to divorce you. The doctor told me he was a healthy baby, a boy.”
I watched as Gary’s legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed onto the ground, his face pale and hollow.
The sight of his utter despair filled me with satisfaction.
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At last, I avenged my child.
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In my past life, I had endured everything and refused to divorce because I couldn’t let go of my hatred. He killed my unborn child, so why should I let him live happily ever after?
But in this life, I understood. That child was better off never being born.
With a father like him and in a home like that, being
reincarnated sooner was the kinder fate.
Later, the next time I heard Gary’s name, it was in connection with a murder case.
Katrina and her lover were found dead in a rented apartment, their bodies tangled together in a gruesome scene.
The case was quickly solved, and the killer was Gary.
He was arrested and sentenced to death.
On the day of his execution, I went to see him.
He stood in the open yard, separated from me by iron bars. Armed officers flanked him on either side.
Our eyes met from a distance. His eyes were filled with regret and emptiness.
In a quiet, broken voice, he said, “I’m sorry.”
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The gunshot then rang out.
Birds scattered into the sky. The sky was a brilliant blue, vast and endless.
And with that, the knot in my heart unraveled.
From that day forward, I lived only for myself.
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