The Cremation Ashes Necklace from My Best Friend

After a while, I opened my eyes and turned sideways to look toward the living room. Harold was sitting on the sofa with his back to me, making a phone call.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been watching her closely. She doesn’t have a chance to take off the necklace. I added something special to the soup tonight. She’ll sleep until tomorrow and by then the ritual will be complete.”

“Do you think I’d give up on her? No way. She’s like a dead pig in bed. If it weren’t for her money, I wouldn’t even spare her a second glance.”

“Once she’s had the operation, I’ll add something to her meals every day. When she’s gone, everything she has will be ours.”

At that moment, tears poured down my face like rain.

After my parents passed away, Chloe and Harold became the two most important people in my life.

I never imagined they could be so cruel. They were not only to harm my child but also to harm me.

Seeing Harold hang up the phone, I hurriedly lay back down and pretended to sleep.

Listening to his footsteps getting closer, my whole body tensed up uncontrollably.

Fortunately, this time, he only glanced at the bedroom door and then went to the study.

I waited a while longer before daring to open my eyes. When I checked my phone, it was almost eleven o’clock.

I quickly checked the surveillance footage of the study and saw Harold already lying on the small bed there.

I quietly slipped out of bed.

I fed the black dog the leftover dinner spiced with the added ingredient and the dog quickly passed out.

Luckily, I ate very little for dinner, so I could still hold on.

Despite the dizziness in my head, I tied the dog's mouth with a towel, carried it out of the house and took a taxi to a park far from home.

Finding a deserted corner, I retied the bone ash necklace around the dog's body.

Now, there were only five minutes left until midnight.

I didn’t dare relax. I took a new phone out of my bag, swapped the SIM card and threw the old phone far away.

I had never been on guard against Harold and Chloe before. I wasn’t sure if they had tampered with my phone.

This new phone was originally a birthday gift I had prepared for Harold.

How ironic.

With a few minutes left before midnight, I used this window to contact a lawyer. I would never let them get away with this so easily.

As soon as the clock struck twelve, I immediately called Mr. Keith.

The moment the call connected, the unconscious black dog suddenly struggled and howled in pain.

The black dog kept bleeding black blood nonstop.

My belly visibly shrank.

If I hadn’t sent the ash necklace away, my child would have suffered the same fate.

I trembled as I spoke, “Mr. Keith, I’ve sent the ash necklace away. What should I do next?”

Mr. Keith told me to come to his house immediately. “The ash necklace is a cursed object. Your child has already been affected. You must find a way to restore the energy, or your child still can’t be saved.”

“All right, I’m on my way.” I held my swollen belly and suddenly felt a faint movement.

My child was responding to me.

In that instant, I felt a surge of strength and forced myself to run out of the park. Just as I was about to hail a taxi, a car suddenly sped toward me. It was Chloe behind the wheel.

She leaned halfway out the window, her face as pale as a ghost, yelling fiercely, “Raina, who did you give the ash necklace to?”

I narrowly dodged her car just in time. A taxi stopped nearby and I quickly jumped in.

Chloe’s car slammed into the greenery. She jumped out, a large bloodstain spreading across her skirt.

She charged at me, snarling, “Raina, don’t think you can run away.”

My heart was pounding like thunder and I urged the driver, “Please, hurry, she’s crazy!”

As soon as the driver stepped on the gas, the taxi sped off. When we arrived at Mr. Keith’s house, my legs gave way and I slid down the door panel to sit on the ground.

Before I could catch my breath, my phone rang again.

It was Chloe sending me a bloody photo. She had actually gutted the black dog.

“Ugh.”

My stomach pain worsened and I felt wetness beneath me. I couldn’t tell if I had lost control of my bladder from fear or if it was an early sign of bleeding.

At the same time, Harold’s call came through.

I immediately hung up.

But he was relentless, calling more than ten times in a row.

I anxiously looked at Mr. Keith, who was arranging an eight trigrams diagram with candles, saying, "Don't worry, it’s almost done."

I tried hard to calm my breathing.

I didn’t answer the calls and Harold started sending me messages.

[Honey, where are you? Let me come pick you up and bring you home, okay?]

[Bitch, do you think throwing away your phone can help you escape me?]

My heart suddenly jumped.

Then, Harold sent a photo. It was a picture of the gate of the community where Mr. Keith’s house was located.

His messages kept popping up one after another.

[See, I found you.]

[I've entered the community; it's really rundown here.]

[I've gone into the building. Damn, there's no elevator.]

[I'm here.]

I felt a lump stuck in my throat.

The next moment, the door was knocked on.

"Honey, open the door!"