“No! You heard the seller. That child’s birth horoscope was unique, destined, sacred. Made into Rosary Beads, it brings peace and fertility. Nothing else could compare!”
“You promised—you’d make it up to me for losing my baby. I want this one. I don’t want nightmares anymore.”
“The doctor said my injuries were too severe, that it might be impossible to conceive again. Only this Rosary Bead can help me. Ethan, I want our love to have a child.”
Tears welled in Grace’s eyes.
And once she cried, Ethan was always on her side.
He turned to me coldly.
“The child has been dead so long. Having those Beads won’t change anything. Better Grace keep them than let them rot underground.”
“Ethan, don’t forget—that was your child too. All these years I’ve searched, desperate to lay him to rest. You know what I’ve sacrificed!”
His enemy had died with the secret, never telling me who had bought them.
Rubbing his temples in frustration, Ethan’s voice grew impatient.
“It’s just a dead thing. Why cling so tightly? If you want a child, wait until Grace conceives. I’ll even have it call you godmother.”