He Killed My Son, Now I’ll Ruin Him

Gwen’s Pov

I stood at the top of the stairs frozen as I stared at Cara’s lifeless body. David’s loud cry was what brought me back to my senses.

“Mommy!” he screamed, holding her limp hands.

Jack stared at me like I was his enemy, “If anything happens to Cara or my baby, you will wish you're dead!”

Then with those words, he scooped Cara in his arms and left with David crying and trailing behind him.

His mother spat at me, “I curse you, demon child!”

They all left the house leaving me all alone. I sat at the top of the stairs. No one bothered to ask me if I had done it, they all concluded because that’s what Cara wanted.

I was still sitting there when some guards entered the house and dragged me out roughly.

“What is going on here? Let me go!” I cried.

But they ignored my pleas and shoved me inside a car.

The car pulled up at the family’s private hospital as they dragged me into a room. Jack appeared immediately.

“Jack, what is going on? I swear I didn't —”

A sharp slap cut my words as I saw stars and my neck snapped to the side. I could taste the blood in my mouth as I stared at Jack.

“I’ve had it with you and your fucking pretense! You're a fucking bitch and I regret marrying you. You will donate blood to Cara because you pushed her,” he said coldly.

I stared at him, defiance shining in my eyes as I said in an equally venomous tone.

“No, I didn't push her and she's not getting my blood!”

My words seemed to outrage Jack as his hands suddenly clamped around my neck and he tightened his grip.

I started struggling to breathe on the chair, clawing at his hands, my eyes bulging.

“I… I… Breathe…” I stuttered, clawing his hand furiously.

“You’ll kill her, Mr. Velcro!” the doctor’s voice said sharply.

Only then did Jack release me. I collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath as the air rushed back to my lungs. My eyes were wide and red as I stared at him.

“You are not off the hook yet,” he said coldly to me, then he turned to the doctor, “Drain her, every last drop. Leave just enough to keep her alive.”

“That would kill her, Sir. We can take blood from the blood bank for Cara. Gwen isn't strong enough to donate blood due to what happened to her yesterday,” the doctor said.

Jack’s hand tightened around the man’s neck as he squeezed tightly.

“I pay you to do your fucking job. Now do as I've said!” he snapped, tossing the doctor aside.

As he walked away his men restrained me and the doctor injected me with needles. They started draining my blood and I soon started feeling dizzy.

After losing so much blood from the traumatic event of yesterday, it was difficult to stay away. Slowly, my eyes closed and I welcomed the darkness.

—

I opened my eyes to a bucket of cold water being dumped on me. Shivering, I realized I was still sitting in the chair and Jack was glaring at me.

My head felt light as I tried to stand up but I ended up falling to the floor.

“Are you done acting?” Jack asked me.

I blinked, “What do you want now, Jack? I'm cold.”

He suddenly yanked me up by my hair and I cried out in pain.

“Please, let me go. Have mercy, Jack,” I begged.

I was too tired for more pain, I just wanted to sleep. He refused to release my hair as he glared at me.

“You bitch! You sent someone to kidnap my son, right?” he yelled in my face.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, slightly disoriented.

“David is my fucking son and while you're here pretending to be dying you sent someone to kidnap him just to get back at me,” he stated.

I laughed, it was a hollow laughter filled with pain as he released my hair.

“You stand there and shamelessly inform me that you have a child with another woman,” I said.

“Cara isn't another woman. She's my true love and the mother of my son and unborn baby! You knew this, why didn't you confront me? Why try to kill an innocent child?” he snapped.

My eyes glazed over as I stared at him, “Innocent? Did you remember innocence when my baby died?”

“Cut the crap, Gwen, I know what you've done and I have evidence,” he snapped.

Just then his men dragged a tattered man into the room as he pointed at me and started begging.

“Please, sir, she's the one who paid me to kidnap and kill the child. I didn't know he's your child, please have mercy.”

I stared at the man, shocked, “I’ve never seen this man in my life before.”

“Why do you keep lying?!” Jack barked.

“I’m not lying. I didn't do this. I would never, you know me,” I cried.

Jack dragged me furiously, his nails digging into my arm painfully.

“You will admit what you've done. You will grovel and beg for forgiveness else I will teach you a lesson,” he said.

“I didn't do anything,” I said stubbornly.

He dragged me outside to a waiting jet as he shoved me inside. When the jet was two thousand feet above ground, Jack opened the door of the jet.

“Admit what you've done or I’ll shove you out!” he yelled.

My heart started racing as my throat clamped up and I shook my head. Jack knew I was scared of heights and now he was using it against me.

“I swear I didn't do it, Jack, please have mercy!” I cried.

Jack sighed, “I warned you!”

Then he gave me a hard shove and suddenly I was falling out of the jet, my screams echoing around me.