Jeremiah held me and the child tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
“Don’t worry, Audrey. I’ll make them pay for what they did to you and the baby. Whatever you’ve suffered today, I’ll make them
suffer a hundredfold,” he promised.
I held our child in my arms for a whole day and night, until I finally had no choice but to accept the unbearable truth that our baby
was gone forever.
After the cremation, Jeremiah and I chose the most peaceful cemetery in Beverton City for his burial.
Ethan and Hazel were dragged up by bodyguards and forced to kneel before the child’s grave.
It had only been a day, but I barely recognized them.
Their hair was matted, and their faces were swollen beyond recognition. Bloodied welts covered their arms, legs, and bodies.
Jeremiah had ordered the guards to dip their whips in salt water before lashing them. Then he had them thrown into a sewage pit
