Chapter 5
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“I told you already. The baby is gone. Sign the divorce papers. I don’t want to see you again.”
Lucien took the papers in a daze.
It took him nearly two full minutes to react.
He could no longer feel any connection to our dampir.
Rage exploded across his face.
“Caroline! Didn’t I tell you I would turn you?”
“It was just pregnancy discomfort. Why couldn’t you endure it?”
“Why would you deliberately kill my baby?”
“All this because of your shallow jealousy?”
“Do you have any idea how much I was looking forward to this baby?”
Even now, he refused to face reality.
Vicky hid in his arms, crying as she tried to soothe him.
I felt sick.
“I was trapped in a fire and lost my baby,” I said coldly.
“And you’re saying I did it on purpose?”
“Would you have been satisfied only if I died in that fire too?”
“Jealousy?”
“Would I risk my life over jealousy?”
He knew exactly how bad my condition had been.
Some days, I could barely walk.
I hardly slept at night.
I only got occasional rest.
We went to that cabin only because my condition had finally improved a little.
“I hope that when the truth comes out,” I said quietly,
“You’ll still have the nerve to say things like this.”
Vicky stiffened in his arms.
She met my cold gaze and was about to speak, but Ethan cut in.
“A fire?”
“You mean what you said that day was real?”
“But Claire was fine, wasn’t she?”
“Where’s my baby?”
Ethan reached for Claire’s arm.
I stepped in and blocked him.
Claire’s eyes were red, but her voice burst out in fury.
“How could we ever joke about our baby’s life?”
“I’m so disappointed in you.”
“You two vampires don’t deserve to be fathers.”
“You don’t deserve children at all.”
Their faces went rigid.
Stubborn denial still lingered in their eyes.
We had never fought like this before.
To them, it felt like humiliation.
They started questioning us rapidly.
Where had we been recovering?
Why didn’t we go home?
Claire wiped her tears away.
Her voice turned cold and final.
“Now you’re asking?”
“Isn’t it a little too late?”
“I tried to explain again and again. You never believed us.”
“You didn’t believe us then.”
“And now, we don’t need you anymore.”
Only then did Lucien remember the four calls I had made that day.
The last one had been answered by Vicky.
He shoved her away.
For the first time, she was ignored.
Shock flashed across her face.
“That call……You were calling me for help?”
Lucien turned back, searching my face in my silence.
Then he slowly looked at Vicky.
Why hadn’t he felt anything that day, when his baby was dying?
Vicky looked panicked.
She forced an uneasy smile.
“It might not have been arson,” she said quickly.
“People jog there at night sometimes.”
“She might’ve just passed by.”
In the past, the brothers would always back her up.
This time, neither of them spoke.
They looked at us.
Guilt and regret twisted violently in their eyes.
I let out a cold laugh.
“She?”
“We never told you the arsonist was a woman.”
“So how did you know?”
This time, Vicky couldn’t keep it together.
