“Sarah, it was Ashley’s fault! I would never
have hurt our children if she hadn’t lied to
me.”
He showed me a video on his phone.
Ashley was on her knees, covered in bruises,
her head bowed.
“I’m sorry, Sarah. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
“I was greedy. I lied to John. I killed your babies.”
“Please, have mercy on me. I won’t do it
again.”
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again.”
The whip cracked against her skin, and she
screamed.
The video ended.
John looked at me, his eyes full of hope.
“Sarah, I know I hurt you. What do I have to
do to make you forgive me?”
“I’ve punished Ashley.”
“I truly regret what I did. If I could go back, I
would never hurt you or our children. Please,
give me another chance. Let me make it up to
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I looked at him, my expression cold.
“Forgive you? How can I forgive you for
killing our children?”
“Why don’t you and Ashley just…die?”
The thought of my lost babies made my blood
run cold.
I had felt them move inside me, their tiny
kicks against my hand.
John had placed his head on my stomach,
feeling their movements, listening to their tiny
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heartbeats.
We had chosen names together, dreaming of
their future.
And he had killed them, again and again,
sacrificing them for a lie.
His own flesh and blood.
And he hadn’t felt a shred of remorse, not a
flicker of hesitation.
Seeing my unwavering resolve, he knew he
would never have my forgiveness.
“Sarah…I’m sorry.”
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I walked away without another word.
A few weeks later, I received a package from
the US.
The signed divorce papers.
And a bank card, a hefty sum, John’s attempt
at restitution.
The next time I heard about him was a month
later.
He had stabbed Ashley to death, carved out her heart, and fed it to stray dogs.
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His father had a heart attack and was
hospitalized. His mother’s hair turned white
overnight.
They said that during his trial, John went
insane.
He said three ghosts were haunting him,
constantly asking why he had killed them.
He heard their voices day and night.
Some said he was faking it, trying to avoid
prison.
Others said it was karma, his dead children
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seeking revenge.
In the end, he was declared insane and
institutionalized.
His family hired priests to perform exorcisms,
the only times he found any peace.
The truth, at this point, didn’t matter.
John’s doctor friend sent me a message.
“I’m sorry, Sarah. I’m complicit in what
happened to you.”
“You heard us talking that day in the hospital, didn’t you? I heard you in the room, but I
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didn’t tell John.
“I was selfish, cowardly. I couldn’t bring
myself to tell you the truth, but I didn’t want
you to be deceived any longer.”
“I’ve resigned. I’ll be spending the rest of my life providing free medical care in rural areas, trying to atone for my sins.”
I put down my phone and continued lighting
incense, whispering a prayer.
“May my three babies be reborn into loving
families.”
That night, I dreamt of three beautiful
I put down my phone and continued lighting
incense, whispering a prayer.
“May my three babies be reborn into loving
families.”
That night, I dreamt of three beautiful
children, waving goodbye.
They said they didn’t blame me. They wanted
me to be happy.
(The End)
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