stood frozen in terror, witnessing the scene unfold.
Spotting her, Bethany shouted, “Call Mrs. Bennett! Please, call her! Mitchell, your parents want me to have these babies. You can’t do this to me!”
Her desperate threats had no effect. Mitchell calmly continued to break her grip on him. With a forceful shove, he pushed Bethany away, watching impassively as she tumbled down
the stairs.
The fall seemed to stretch on forever, though it lasted only half a minute. Despite her best efforts to protect her stomach, by the time her body came to a stop, both the stairs and her clothes were covered in blood.
It wasn’t like the pain from her wedding day–this time, she could feel two lives slipping away inside her, and it drove her to the edge. She screamed, her mind unraveling as she repeated, ” My babies,” over and over, as if to keep herself grounded in her sorrow.
When she looked up, she saw Mitchell standing at the top of the stairs, unaffected, as if he had no connection to her pain.
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And in that moment, all that was left of her sanity was a flood of hatred.
“Mitchell, you coward! You lost Heather, and now you blame everything on me, but what did I do wrong? She knew you were cheating long before I sent those messages!
“You were the one who couldn’t control yourself. You claimed to love Heather more than your own life. All that talk of love was nothing but a joke.
“No wonder she replaced the bride with me; she just wanted to get back at you! But you killed our children, Mitchell. You’ll end up with nothing…”
