Seven Years of Love Lost, After the Stand-In Left, He Went Mad

Seeing me remain silent, Cody assumed I was pleased. In his mind, someone like me, who wore a 9.9 dollars engagement ring for three years, should be content with a jade bracelet worth ten thousand.

Cody poured a glass of white liquor and handed it to me, "Drink this and it'll count as your apology to Brittany. We'll consider your rude behavior at her birthday party resolved." So, this was what he meant by letting it go?

The last shred of hope I had for him completely crumbled. I raised my hand and knocked the glass out of his hand, looking at him coldly, "Apologize to Brittany? Don't even think about it. Cody, we're done."

His friends, eager to fan the flames, chimed in, "Cody, you can't spoil her. Give her an inch and she'll forget who she is."

"Exactly! She used to follow you around like a lapdog. Today, you're throwing her a birthday party and giving her gifts and she dares to threaten you with a breakup?"

"Cody, if you don't put her in her place today, she'll walk all over you in the future."

Provoked by their words, Cody grabbed a bottle of white liquor from the table and strode toward me.

An uneasy feeling crept into my heart and I instinctively stepped back, "Cody, what are you doing?"

He reached me in a few steps, gripping my chin tightly. His voice was vicious, "Elise, you're drinking this whether you like it or not!"

"No, I …" The fiery liquor was forced into my mouth. I struggled desperately, but I couldn't fight his strength.

The liquor I couldn't swallow dripped down my chin and soaked into my clothes. Only when the entire bottle was emptied did he release me. I collapsed to the ground, disheveled and humiliated.

Cody glanced at me indifferently and said, "Elise, stop pretending. I know one bottle of liquor is nothing to you."

I looked at him with hatred. A sharp pain radiated from my lower abdomen, so intense I couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Suddenly, someone nearby screamed, "Blood! She's bleeding!"

Warm blood seeped from beneath me and I could feel the life inside me slipping away.

Cody finally realized I wasn't faking. In panic, he picked me up and asked, "Elise, what's wrong? Why are you bleeding so much all of a sudden?"

Using the last of my strength, I said, "Cody … you … killed … your own … child …"