After I Die, I Still Love Jayden

Part 5

The next day, Jayden and an officer visited obstetrics and gynecology departments at large hospitals in the city. They searched for pregnant women matching the age of the victim and the fetus, hoping to find anything unusual.

By the time they reached the second-largest hospital in the city, it was almost evening. My husband flipped through the maternity records, comparing information to see if anything matched, searching for clues.

A nearby nurse mumbled, "This Samara Anderson... why can't I reach her by phone? It's way past her appointment time."

My husband paused for a moment but didn't pay much attention, perhaps thinking it was a common name. The truth was, it was my name, Samara Anderson. I, the one he thought a liar about being pregnant to escape from all the burden of blame, was here for a real checkup that day. I was not a criminal. I desperately wanted his child, but it was not meant to be.

Suddenly, the nurse spoke again, "Oh, that chaotic incident from three months ago... I think she might be the one at that time...."

Just then, Jayden's phone rang. "Captain Williams, we have a lead!"

He hung up the phone and rushed out the door. The very next page on the desk was my own hospital registration form.

My dear husband, just a little further, just a peek, and you would see the truth that screamed my innocence. You would know I was not lying.... and that your father's death was not my fault.

However, with renewed urgency, he raced back to the police station.

A bloody letter showed up at the police station, out of nowhere. It said, [Guess who I am? Hint: Baby doll.]

The letter seemed to appear by magic, in a spot the security cameras could not see. No clue who sent it. Everyone crowded around, looking pale. Could it be connected to... the fake fetus delivered the day before?

Jayden frowned in annoyance before taking out his phone. He pulled my number out of his blacklist once again and called me a bunch of times, but it went straight to voicemail. Frustrated, he sent another angry voice message on WhatsApp. "Samara, are you done with these tricks? Do you think I'll ever forgive you for this? Not in a million years! Never! You only make me hate you more!"

However, Zac looked serious at the moment. "Just to be safe, maybe we should check it out," he suggested.

Still, my husband was not having it. "Don't waste your time on that woman's prank."

Luckily, Zac was not convinced and insisted on investigating.

"I'm going to check the drug cartel’s files." My husband did not want to get involved in anything related to me, so he turned around and walked toward the archives room.

Meanwhile, Zac took a team to a nearby dump. They spent hours sifting through trash until they found the fake fetus my husband had thrown away.

Zac examined the fake doll carefully, turning it over and over in his hands. After a while, he accidentally pressed a hidden button.

"Ugh!"

A horrible fishy smell filled the air. Then, to his horror, a human-shaped object covered in dark red blood came out of the doll.

Blergh!

It was… a perfectly formed fetus!

"Hey, Jayden! Something terrible happened to Samara!" Zac burst into the archive room, looking extremely pale.

My husband's temper flared when he heard my name. "Whatever happened to her is none of my business! Don't even think about bothering me even if she's dead!"

"The fake fetus!" Zac blurted anxiously. "The doll from yesterday! It had a real, newly formed fetus inside!"

"Are you sure the fake fetus yesterday was really sent by Samara?"

My husband froze. "A... real, newly formed fetus inside?"

The day before, he assumed I was playing a prank and blamed me without even checking if I really sent the box. Now, there was no way to trace where it came from.

Zac's face turned grim. "Jayden, I have a worrying, scary suspicion. When was the last time you spoke to Samara?"

My husband stared back, his expression showed a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"That can't be right! Samara, she..."

Just then, another officer rushed in, panting. "Captain Miller, Captain Williams, we have a visitor for Captain Williams. She reported that..." He glanced at my husband and continued, "There's a missing pregnant woman named Samara Anderson! She's been gone for a week!"