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I grabbed my phone and started calling Sean.
Trapped in the ICU, unable to move, the only way I could reach anyone was through my phone.
Kiwi was all I had left, my last connection to my family. I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her.
But Sean didn’t answer. He glanced at his phone briefly, then ignored it entirely.
On the surveillance feed, I saw Judy glaring at Kiwi with unmistakable disgust.
Kiwi, always wary of strangers, hissed, her fur bristling.
My heart raced, an ominous dread settling in.
Judy’s face twisted in exaggerated fear as she leaped into Sean’s arms.
“I’m terrified of cats, Sean! Kill it, or I’ll have nightmares tonight!”
Kill it? That was unthinkable.
I shouted desperately at the screen, my voice hoarse and raw.
But Sean barely spared the monitor a glance. Instead, he calmly reached for the baseball bat hanging on the wall and swung it down at Kiwi.
Caught off guard, Kiwi had no time to escape.
The bat struck her squarely on the head.
My entire body trembled as I screamed in rage, my eyes crimson.
Kiwi had been with me through every high and low.
It was my parents‘ final gift to me.
I could only watch helplessly as Sean beat her to death.
Blood oozed from her eyes and nose, her body crumpled on the floor. Even in her final moments, it seemed she couldn’t understand why the man she trusted had done this to her.
The world I had clung to shattered completely.
My last connection to family was gone.
And the man I had once loved, the man I had given everything to, was the one who had killed her.
I stared numbly at the screen, tears streaming down my face.
On the monitor, Judy smirked triumphantly.
With a cruel sneer, she kicked Kiwi’s lifeless body aside and turned to the camera, silently mouthing.
“This bast**d deserves to die.”
I had a bitter smile. What had I been fighting for all these years?
I’d known, deep down, that Sean’s heart belonged to Judy.
Yet I’d clung to the delusion that one day he might love me.
I had even carried his child, after all.
But everything happening now screamed at me that it was all a cruel joke.
I lost track of time, my pain dulling into numbness.
Eventually, Sean finally came to see me, likely to keep up appearances in front of his colleagues.
He stood at the foot of my bed, his posture arrogant, his expression indifferent.
A nurse entered to change my dressing, but she accidentally bumped into Sean, spilling a bottle of saline across his expensive clothes.
She hurriedly apologized. Sean scowled, clearly irritated. His clothes were designer, and his patience with the situation was nonexistent.
He peeled off his white coat and carelessly tossed it onto my bed before storming off to clean himself up.
The nurse let out a sigh of relief and continued her work.
That was when Sean’s phone, left in the pocket of his discarded coat, began to buzz with notifications.
I couldn’t move, so I gestured for the nurse to bring the phone closer.
When she handed it to me, I unlocked the screen. The wallpaper stopped me cold.
It was Judy’s face. My hands clenched involuntarily, my knuckles white.
I should have known.
I tried Sean’s birthday for the password, but it didn’t work.
After a moment’s hesitation, I entered Judy’s birthday instead, sadness welling up inside me.
The phone unlocked immediately. As soon as the screen lit up, an open inheritance agreement caught my eye.
The terms were clear. Upon my death, all my assets would transfer directly to my spouse.
The beneficiary was certainly Sean,
