Someone had been pulling his strings all along. Someone had whispered in his ear, convincing him to pressure me into destroying our child.
I never could have imagined.
Corey was capable of this.
Another way to look at it: he'd killed our baby.
I choked down the murderous fury clawing up my throat and typed: "You made him pressure his wife into an abortion. Aren't you afraid of karma?"
Her reply was instantaneous: "Karma? HAHAHA please. There's no such thing as karma."
"As long as he belongs to me and only me—"
"I'd take a lightning strike and call it worth it."
"Anyway, gotta go! We're off to Hawaii for some quality couple time. Bye~ See you in the next video!"
She didn't respond again.
But I had already made a decision. A big one.
A few days later.
We were eating dinner when Victor Henson and Beryl Henson asked where Corey had gone. They hadn't seen him in days.
I hesitated. "Dad, Mom... Corey's been really busy with work."
They looked skeptical but accepted it.
A week later, they were in a car accident.
Beryl died on impact.
Victor was critically injured. The doctors managed to save him, but when he learned his wife was gone—