I never imagined he could say something so heartless. My grief deepened—not only for myself, but for the child we had lost.
Sophia giggled softly. “Lily, didn’t you know? The night you lost your baby, Ethan was with me—celebrating my birthday.”
“He spent the whole day with me. In the morning we had a yacht party, and that evening we watched the stars together on a private island.”
“Oh, I almost forgot—he bought that island as my birthday present.”
“But don’t misunderstand. He just treats me like a kid he spoils a little too much.”
My phone slipped from my trembling hands, crashing onto the floor.
Only then did I realize—Ethan was the true murderer of my child.
That night, while I writhed in pain, his phone was switched off.
I tried calling for help, but the company’s restricted server room had blocked all signals.
I had no choice but to drag myself outside until a kind stranger took me to the hospital.
But it was too late. We missed the critical window to save the baby.
Even now, my heart wouldn’t calm, while through the phone Sophia’s laughter rang out.
“Ethan, do you think Lily will forgive you?”
“Of course,” Ethan replied with a laugh. “She always does.”