You Murdered My Mother for Your Mistres, Now You Must Pay the Price

"You won't have a change of heart when the time comes, will you?" Willa asked.

Henry gently bit her earlobe, his voice muffled and accompanied by low breaths.

"How could I? If it weren't for the fact that your brother's eyes couldn't wait, why would I have risked staging that car accident? Don't worry, I'll make Suzanne sign the organ donation agreement voluntarily, just like her mother did back then."

Only after Henry said these words did Willa smile with satisfaction. She nestled affectionately in his arms, her hand gently stroking her slightly rounded belly.

I stood at the door, overwhelmed by grief, my trembling body shaking with silent sobs.

My husband didn't come home the entire night. He only took a moment to message me, saying something had come up at the hospital.

Of course, I knew he was lying. But I didn't question him, didn't cry, didn't make a fuss and didn't even reply.

The first thing I did the next morning was to organize the jewelry and bags Henry had given me in the display cabinet in my walk-in closet. I took photos of them one by one and listed them on a secondhand platform.

Since I was leaving, I wanted to completely erase all my traces.

In the past, I loved buying beautiful clothes for myself. After Henry noticed this little hobby, he would take me to my favorite shops every month to buy lovely outfits.

But gradually, he stopped taking me to those stores and no new clothes ever graced the walk-in closet again.

I crammed all those clothes into storage bins and called a secondhand collector. I sold everything at ten dollars per pound.

The collector had barely left when Henry walked in.

He pointed toward the door, frowning in confusion. "Suzanne, why did you get rid of all the clothes I bought you?"

I looked up at him. He exuded a frigid aura, his eyes rimmed red, his voice thick with confusion and barely concealed resentment.

"Didn't you say you'd keep these clothes forever? Aren't these all your favorite styles?" Henry stared intently at my face, as if determined to get an answer.

"They're old now. What's the point of keeping them? Think of it as doing a little good before the wedding. You'll buy me more in the future, won't you?"

Hearing this, his expression softened slightly. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he gently brushed my cheek. "Very well. Our wedding is the day after tomorrow. Prepare yourself properly. Just don't give me any trouble."

I gave a faint smile, though my heart was numb.

That night, Henry invited me to a fireworks show. He said he had promised me this for three years, but every time it had been interrupted by unforeseen circumstances.

I lowered my head and laughed bitterly. So, he remembered.

In those three years, Henry had countless chances to bring me here, yet he chose to spend all that spare time with Willa instead.

And now, when he finally gave his time to me, it was tainted with poison and calculation.

The fireworks exploded across the night sky, blooming beautifully against the darkness.

Henry seemed to be in a good mood, pulling my hand and rushing into the crowd to dance. But what no one expected was that, due to electromagnetic interference, drones hovering at 100 meters began to fall rapidly.

One after another, they crashed into the crowd.

The scene descended into chaos and Henry and I were separated by the surging people.

While I searched for him, people in the crowd screamed about the danger. In the panic, I was pushed to the ground and lost my sense of direction.

At that moment, a drone slammed violently into my head and my vision blurred instantly.

Just before I lost consciousness, I caught a hazy glimpse of Henry through the crowd. He was being held tightly by Willa as they left the area.

Henry had said that only the two of us came to see the fireworks; it turned out he was lying.

When I woke up again, I was in a hospital. The excruciating pain in my head made my body tremble uncontrollably and a dull, throbbing ache spread throughout my body.

I opened my eyes, but all I saw was pitch black. I couldn't see anything at all.

Then Henry's voice suddenly cut through the darkness, startling me. "You're awake. Would you like some water?"

His voice was unusually gentle and he held my hand tightly.

I tried to look around and a sense of dread crept into my heart. My lips quivered. "My eyes …"