In Love, Never Say Never

Rebecca ignored her. However, she came towards me with a thundering expression. “You hit me because I hurt your feelings? Then, let me ask this. Do you really think that Ash cared about you during your pregnancy? All because he gave you those prenatal vitamins? Well, those vitamins can cause birth defects. You must be extremely stupid. Your baby obviously looked deformed in the ultrasound scan. Yet, you still continued to take those vitamins.”

My eyebrows crumpled together. Narrowing my eyes at her, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” Rebecca scoffed. “I’m saying that the child in your stomach deserved to die. It was not wanted by anyone. If you don’t believe me, go check the leftover vitamins you have. Just because Ash is biased to you now, doesn’t mean he cares about you. He’s only being nice to you because he feels remorseful! It’s because he’s plagued by a guilty conscience.”

As my face paled to a ghostly white, a brazen smile slit across her face. She sniggered, “You deserved it. Your child too. It deserved to die, he didn’t deserve to be born into this world.”

This awoke the negative emotions in me that I had previously suppressed. Those awful emotions clamored inside me, their screeches clawed at my throat.

I raised my hand. She responded immediately by blocking my arm. A sneer came from her, “Oh? Trying to hit me again? Do you take me for a fool, thinking that I’d let you hit me twice?”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I looked at her grimly as I spoke in a lowered voice, “No. That’s not enough to punish someone like you. A slap from me would be considered letting you off easy.”

I paced towards her one step at a time. My gaze locked onto a fruit knife nearby before flicking back to Rebecca, who was still sneering. “I thought I could live with a troublesome person like you and just put up with your nonsense. Unfortunately, it’s clear to me now. You are not only a troublemaker but also plain loathsome! Since that’s the case, why don’t you just die!”

As the words left my mouth, I immediately lunged for the fruit knife and stabbed her with it. My actions were quick, without a trace of hesitation.

The shouting voice didn’t belong to Rebecca, nor was it from Mrs. Eriksen, whose knees had given in from fear—it was

the time I came to, I had already pushed

into my hands. It dripped onto the ground, tipping and tapping away. Everything stained a hideous red—my hands, her

enlarged incredulously, her jaw dropped and her lips trembled,

hurried to support Rebecca, who was about

as if everything had been pre-planned and scripted. My sudden desire to kill her, Ashton’s precisely timed heroic rescue, and how he came in right when I stabbed Rebecca. It all made me the villain in this

Rebecca’s thighs, and the knife was still

arms coiled securely around her before carrying her up. He stared down a frazzled Mrs. Eriksen and ordered in

felt myself dissociating as I watched them move like panicked ants. And, truly, none of it frightened me. In fact, my thoughts were surer than ever—Rebecca must die. Only when she was dead will

eyes of his struck straight into me again. His lips pursed tightly as all emotion drained from

frightfully cold gazes met. His eyes stabbed me as if they were

felt like laughing loudly, but nothing came, not even a chuckle. My grinning lips parted slightly as I felt no

over with hints of anger, blame, and indifference. There was not

of arms had plunged into my chest. They moved slowly yet haphazardly, sinking inwards. The pain made it unbearable for me to

took in a breath. Watching him carry