Chapter 95 I’ll kill you!
When my eyelids slowly open, I’m not in the hospital anymore. I’m in a room I don’t recognise.
For a moment, my mind is blank.
Then the memories come back. The hospital room. Daniel. The doctor. The needle. My baby.
A sharp pain shoots through my chest as everything crashes back into my mind.
“No…” a broken whisper escapes my lips.
My hands immediately fly to my stomach. My fingers tremble as they press against my belly.
It’s empty now. My little one is gone.
A sob bursts out of me. “No… no… no…”
Tears stream down my face as I curl forward, clutching my stomach tightly as if I can somehow bring my baby back. “My baby…” I cry helplessly. “My baby…”
It’s hurting me like hell.
My shoulders shake violently. The pain inside my chest feels unbearable, like my soul has been ripped out of me.
I wanted that baby so badly.
For years.
I imagined holding my child. Seeing Will smile. Building a family together.
And now…
They took it away from me.
“He killed our baby, Will. He took our little one.” I whimper hysterically.
My breathing becomes shaky as grief slowly turns into something darker. Something burning. Rage.
My tears stop.
My fingers slowly tighten over my stomach.
Daniel. That monster took my baby. My vision fills with red-hot fury. Now I’ll kill him.
As I push myself off the bed, my eyes land on a fruit knife resting on the table. Without a second thought, I grab it.
My fingers tighten around the handle as anger floods every part of my body.
“DANIEL!” The scream rips out of my chest like a wounded animal. “DANIEL, YOU MONSTER!”
My heart pounds violently in my chest as I stumble out of the room and into the hallway, searching for him, gripping the knife firmly.
Every step burns with rage. “You took my baby. Come out, you coward.”
I find him in the living area. He’s standing by the window, calmly holding a glass of scotch. As if nothing happened. As if he didn’t destroy my life.
How can someone be so cruel?
When he turns and sees me, that same sick, evil smile spreads across his lips. That smile makes my blood boil even more. “You finally woke up.”
I don’t think.
I run at him with a scream, the knife raised in my hand. “I’ll kill you!” I shriek. “How could you take my baby away from me?”
I swing the blade, aiming for his chest, but I’m weak and he’s far stronger. His hand shoots out and catches my wrist mid-air.
“You really want to do this?” His grip tightens painfully as he twists my arm slightly.
I fight wildly, kicking and scratching, trying to drive the knife into his throat. “Let go of my hand! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”
“Stop your drama, Iva.” He roars, twisting my arm behind my back until pain shoots through me.
He leans closer and his expression turns. “Or should I send your husband to join your baby?”
I freeze.
The air vanishes from my lungs.
“What?” My eyes widen with horror. The rage inside me disappears as quickly as it came.
Daniel watches my reaction with satisfaction. “You heard me,” he says coldly.
He pries the knife from my shaking fingers and tosses it onto the floor with a loud clatter. “Will is still alive. For now. But if you keep behaving like this and don’t start being my good girl, I’ll make sure he ends up exactly where that ‘miracle’ of yours went.”
“You’re a monster,” I choke.
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Yes, I am. And now you belong to me. If you want Will to keep breathing, you’ll do exactly what I say. Do you understand?”
I stare into his empty eyes and see nothing, no soul, no mercy. Only the reflection of my own destruction.
I’ve lost my baby.
I’ve lost my home.
And now the only way to keep the man I love alive is to become a prisoner to the devil who destroyed us.
My eyes drift to the knife lying on the floor, just out of reach. Then I look back at Daniel.
In that moment, I understand something.
I’m not fighting for my life anymore. I’m the only thing standing between Will and death.
My hand stays pressed against my empty stomach, feeling a constant and unbearable ache.
I can’t lose Will too now.
“Please. Don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you want. Just… let him live,” I beg.
His grip on my chin softens into a possessive touch. His thumb wipes a tear from my cheek, and I force myself not to flinch.
I swallow the bile rising in my throat. I have to survive. For Will.
“That’s my girl. See? That wasn’t so hard. All I wanted was for you to understand something.” He leans closer. “I’m the one with the power. Not him.”
He leads me toward the sofa, and I follow like a ghost. My legs feel heavy, like I’m walking through deep water.
I sit where he tells me to. My hands rest quietly in my lap as I stare at the floor. I feel like I died in that clinic along with my baby.
Now I just want to protect Will.
“I’ll stay. I won’t run. I won’t fight. Just stay away from Will. Let him think I left him. Let him hate me if he wants. Just let him live.” Although I don’t want to say a single word to this bloody monster, I speak up… only for Will.
“Don’t worry about that. Until you follow my order, your husband is safe.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head.
I close my eyes.
In the darkness behind my eyelids, I see Will’s face, the way he laughs, the way he used to hold me, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at me.
I hide those memories deep inside my heart, in a place Daniel will never reach.
I’m a prisoner now.
No home.
No child.
And a husband who doesn’t know where I’m being held captive by a monster.