He Killed My Son, Now I’ll Ruin Him

Gwen’s Pov

I stared at Jack with broken eyes and his eyes were suddenly filled with remorse as he released me immediately.

“I’m sorry, Gwen, it’s just —” his apology was cut short when Cara whimpered.

“Daddy, mommy is sick,” David’s voice sounded.

Immediately, Jack abandoned me and ran toward Cara. He scooped her up in his arms and caressed her forehead as he whispered in her ears.

“I think it’s the stench of the vomit, Jack, I feel so weak and I can't eat,” Cara cried.

“Clean that shit up!” Jack barked at me as he walked away with David following them.

My mother-in-law stared at me for a second and then she hissed and walked out.

Heaving a sigh, I cleaned up the vomit and the bowl of seafood that had poured when Jacob had grabbed me.

When I was done I went upstairs to the bedroom I've shared with Jack for two years without knowing he was a monster.

Jack Velcro. I had met him on the night Cara abandoned him at the altar. He had almost killed himself by jumping off a bridge.

That night I saved him and we had sex. He was my boss and I let him because I've been working in his company for two years and I've always had a crush on him.

Maybe because he was nice to me when my parents died and he helped me plan their burial but either way he has been a very sweet soul.

When we woke up, Jack blamed himself for taking advantage of me and wanted to take responsibility for me so we had a secret court marriage.

At work everyone thinks I was just his personal assistant. His family, especially his mother, was never in support of the wedding.

And I never knew when Cara returned or when Jack started being unfaithful to me but I knew one thing — she was back and he was no longer mine.

He was her puppet who would do anything to please him including hurt me and kill our baby.

I opened a file I had filed out weeks ago when I was close to delivery. It was my resignation form. I had decided I would quit work when I gave birth.

Now all I needed was to get Jack to sign these forms along with the divorce papers once they arrived.

I packed up the document and started removing all the pictures that was hanging on the wall. I gathered a box and tossed everything inside.

Then I brought out all the lavish gifts he had given me over the years and added them to the box. There was a slight knock and then Jack came inside.

Jack stared at me and the box then he frowned.

“Why is the room empty and why are you packing all the gifts I've given you?” he asked me.

I shook my head, “I don't like them anymore. I'm giving them out.”

Jack frowned, “Is this because I yelled at you? I'm sorry about that. I'll buy you more gifts. But I need you to try and get along with Cara, she's my brother’s wife.”

I scoffed, “You never told me you had a brother.”

Jack hesitated and then chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, he was the black sheep of the family. Now he's dead, I’m responsible for them. And I promise you, Cara means nothing to me now, I have you.”

I stared at him, I desperately wanted to believe him but I already knew he was lying and that hurt.

I nodded, “Fine, but I don't want her living here.”

“She’s going to live here, Gwen. She's got nowhere else to go. I'll tell her to come see you so you both can patch things up.”

Jack smiled and wanted to kiss me but I turned so he kissed my cheeks instead. He didn't pay attention to it and quickly left.

A few minutes later the door opened and Cara walked inside. She smirked when she saw the bedroom.

“Good, get rid of all your stuff. I'll be moving in soon,” she said.

I nodded, “I know. You can have the whole house to yourself.”

Cara laughed, “Oh sweetheart, you already found out that your husband is cheating on you. Do you know what Jack told me today? He said your son died for a good reason. David’s doing much better now. You should be proud—your child gave mine a future.”

I sat down on the bed and stared blankly at her, “I can see you're proud, Cara, enjoy my sufferings if that's what makes you happy.”

I saw the happy look on Cara’s face dim as she glared at me.

“You’re supposed to be furious, Gwen, what is wrong with you? Your husband killed your child and made you barren because I asked him to!” she snapped.

“Congratulations, you have him wrapped around your little finger, I hope you enjoy him,” I said nonchalantly.

Cara stomped around like she was throwing a tantrum and then she grabbed me roughly.

“You bitch! You're ruining my fun so I’ll teach you a lesson,” she smiled wickedly.

“Let me go!” I snapped, trying to tug my hand free.

Cara wouldn't let me go as she dragged me to the top of the stairs and just as I freed my hand she let out a loud scream.

“Gwen, no!” Then she rolled down the stairs.

I heard running footsteps and a few seconds later, Jack and his mother appeared at the foot of the stairs where Cara lay bleeding and lifeless.

“What have you done?” Jack asked with bloodshot eyes.