Husband Left A Suicide Note and Pretended To Be Dead

"Ava, take a break. I'll deliver the insurance policy. What would you like to eat? I'll ask Mom to make it and bring it back." Archer looked every bit the good husband as he softly asked me.

I scoffed inwardly.

So, the insurance policy was in hand, and now it was time to discuss with Lyla how to get rid of me.

As soon as Archer stepped out the door, I followed.

He went to the mall, where a pregnant woman greeted him. "Archer! When are you going to marry me?"

I knew this woman.

She was Everly Tate, Archer's childhood friend. She was even a bridesmaid at our wedding.

"What's the rush? Ava just signed the insurance policy. We have to wait until it takes effect. How can we get married without money? How can we raise a son?"

Everly patted her belly.

"I can wait, but your son can't! I'm telling you, Archer, if you keep dragging this on, I'll go to the hospital and get an abortion!"

Archer lowered his head and whispered something in her ear, and Everly's anger turned to joy. She linked her arm with his and swayed coquettishly.

Well done.

He killed me and our child just because Everly was carrying a son?

A son?

He had me give blood a few days ago and said it was for a health check. What kind of health check involved sending blood to the hospital?

Gender testing.

Lyla favored boys, and Archer and Ronan both didn't like girls. They could kill my baby just because she was a girl?

But a daughter was Archer's flesh and blood, too.

For money, he wouldn't even spare his daughter. He was worse than a beast! He didn't deserve to be my child's father!

I trembled all over, my nails digging into my palms, blood dripping to the ground.

Yet I felt no pain.