I Saved Him, Then Watched Him Fall

Halle's POV

This time, the pain was unbearable. Blood had already soaked through the bandages on my abdomen.

I closed my eyes, trying to hold on, but memories of being with Alexis kept flooding my mind.

By the time we finally got out of the car, my face was already streaked with tears.

Alexis was walking side by side with Janice, strolling around the church grounds.

He told me to kneel alone in front of the altar and pray for Janice's recovery while they wandered off.

By the time midnight rolled around, I couldn’t hold out anymore. I collapsed on the cold stone floor and passed out.

When I came to, I saw Roy moving hurriedly toward a corner of the temple.

That’s when I noticed what was in his hands: a small urn.

My heart seized. I ignored the pain in my body and rushed forward, ripping the urn from his grip.

“This is my child’s ashes!” I cried. “What are you doing with it?”

Roy frustratingly sighed, “The spiritualist said Miss Brewer is being haunted by a child’s spirit, so Mr. Stanley asked me to bring the ashes so the spiritualist could take care of it.”

I clutched the urn tightly, refusing to let go. “No!”

He didn’t dare to fight me for it. Instead, he called Alexis.

“Halle,” he said when he arrived, “just listen to me. Give me the urn.”

I blinked back tears, my voice trembling. “Alexis, this was your child, too! How can you be so heartless? Janice—”

Before I could finish, he slapped me. His hand shook slightly afterward, like maybe—just maybe—he felt a shred of regret.

“Janice doesn’t know anything about this,” he said coldly. “And she never will. Don't bring this up again.”

“I know I wronged you about the child,” he added. “But we’ll just have another. I’ll make it up to you.”

And just like that, he signaled his bodyguards to grab me. He then forced the urn from my hands and walked away.

Shortly, I broke free and ran after him, only to see him standing at the edge of a steep ravine and tossing the urn.

Without hesitation, I jumped after it.

Alexis's POV

“Halle!” I shouted in panic. “Someone get down there and save her!”

Quickly, four bodyguards scrambled after Halle.

Just then, Roy came running over, breathless.

“Mr. Stanley, Miss Brewer’s feeling unwell again. She’s in bed calling for you.”

I froze then glanced back toward the ravine, torn in between.

Then, my phone rang. It was Janice.

“Alexis, where are you?” she whimpered on the other end. “I’m scared… Am I going to die?”

“I’ll be right there,” I said gently. “Hang on, Janice. I’m coming.”

I turned to Roy and instructed, “Watch over Halle. Once they bring her back up, take her to the hospital. Tell her I’ll come find her once everything’s taken care of.”

But Janice occupied me, so I forgot about Halle.

That same night, the news broke that Villa Haven in Arlington had been completed.

I immediately booked a private jet and flew with Janice to our new home so she could rest and recover.

The villa was stunning—lavish beyond imagination. No one would’ve guessed it was built on what used to be a graveyard.

But ever since Janice moved in, she had been feeling uneasy. Night after night, she was haunted by nightmares. The servants whispered about shadowy figures walking the halls after dark.

Hearing that, I was furious.

I called Roy and, with a sharp voice, I scolded him. “I told you to keep an eye on Halle! Why is she in Villa Haven, scaring Janice with her tricks?”

There was a long silence on the other end before Roy finally replied, his voice shaking.

“Mr. Stanley… Madam Halle is already dead.”