Chapter 5
Raymond held me and the child tightly, his eyes filled with murderous rage.
“Elizabeth, rest assured, I won’t let anyone who hurt you and the child get away.”
“I’ll make them pay a hundredfold for what you suffered today.”
After holding the child for a full day and night, I finally accepted that our baby was gone forever.
Raymond and I cremated the child’s body, then buried them at Philadelphia’s most auspicious Memorial Gardens.
Dylan and Amy were dragged up by bodyguards and forced to kneel before the child’s tombstone.
Just one day later, I barely recognized the two figures before me.
Dylan and Amy were disheveled, their faces swollen like pig heads, arms, torsos, and legs crisscrossed with bleeding welts.
Raymond had ordered whips dipped in chili-infused brine to flay them raw, then dumped them in a cesspit overnight-their stench still clung thickly.
Raymond thrust an iron rod into my hand. “Elizabeth, do whatever you want to them. I’ll handle the fallout.”
As I gripped the rod and glared, Dylan and Amy frantically kowtowed, eyes wide with terror.
“Aunt! I truly didn’t know you carried Uncle’s child! Spare me this once-I’ll never dare again…”
Yesterday, I’d knelt just like this, begging them to spare my child. Did they listen?
I swung the rod hard across Dylan’s back. “Didn’t know?”
“Yesterday I told you repeatedly this child was Raymond’s. Did you hear me?”
Dylan shrieked, collapsing trembling to the ground. “Uncle’s avoided women for thirty years! He’s in- fertile!”
“I never imagined he’d marry you… or that you’d conceive.”
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“Is that why you murdered my child?”
“Yesterday I begged you to call and verify-you refused and smashed my phone!”
Had Dylan believed one word I said, my child wouldn’t have died.
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Rage surged through me. I struck Dylan’s body again and again. He writhed in agony but bodyguards pinned him down.
He roared, “Elizabeth! If you don’t stop, I’ll expose your filth! Let’s see if Uncle still wants you!”
I stared coldly. “What filth could you possibly expose?”
Dylan snarled, “The night before our wedding! Naked photos of you with men at a bar flooded the inter- net! If you weren’t such a slut, I wouldn’t have jilted you!”
“No jilting, no chaos! You’re the root of all this!”
He turned to Raymond. “Uncle! Elizabeth’s a whore! She’s unworthy of the Martinez family! Her past made me accidentally harm the child!”
Raymond kicked Dylan hard. “Dylan! Do you realize the cost of slandering my wife?”
Dylan shouted, “I’m not spreading rumors! Amy witnessed everything herself, and those indecent pho- tos of Elizabeth are still on my phone!”
My gaze shifted to Amy kneeling nearby, the iron rod swaying above her head. “When and where did
witness this?”
you
Amy’s face turned ghostly pale as she remained silent.
I swung the iron rod down onto her shoulder. “Speak!”
Amy immediately wailed in agony, “I made it all up to trick Dylan into eloping with me! The photos were photoshopped!”
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