Gwen’s Pov

Jack didn't return that night and I didn't stop crying. I tossed around on the bed as the pain from the surgery of losing my baby and my womb clashed into me.

I desperately wished I could die right now. But I knew if I did, my son’s death would not be avenged.

No, I would remain strong and pay them all for what they did to me.

By morning, I had stopped crying and my heart had become numb. I lay frozen staring up at the ceiling as the doctor came to take my vitals.

“How do you feel?” the doctor asked me.

“Can I go now?” I queried.

The doctor was surprised as he quickly discharged me. I called a random lawyer I had found online.

“I’d like to file for a divorce,” I stated.

“I’ll send you the form to fill in and you'll get the official paperwork in three days,” the lawyer informed me.

After I hung up, the doctor showed up again with my driver.

“Mrs. Velcro, your husband asked the driver to bring you home. He's preparing your favorites,” the doctor said, smiling.

I wanted to rip out his teeth and ask him why he removed my womb without my consent but I knew the man was most likely threatened.

I forced out a smile, “Thank you.”

Then I left the hospital with the driver. When I arrived back at the mansion I've lived with Jack for two years, I stumbled upon an unexpected scene.

There, lounging on the couch was Cara dressed in a beautiful red dress that looked expensive. Her small baby bump was showing and my mother-in-law was doting on her.

My heart squeezed painfully as I realized she was pregnant for my husband and now she was in my house.

Cara caught my eye and spoke immediately, “Thank you for the kind offer, Mrs. Velcro, but I can't live here. I don't want to make Jack’s wife uncomfortable.”

My mother-in-law snapped immediately, “That orphaned bitch?! She has no say in this family. I don't know why my son is still married to her when he ought to throw her barren ass out.”

Her words were like acid but having heard what I heard yesterday they just felt like ice water.

I stared at them and then went upstairs. But I had barely made it halfway when someone grabbed my hair.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, whirling around, my scalp on fire.

“You stupid girl!” my mother-in-law snarled and slapped me so hard, I tasted blood.

“What do you want?” I glared at her, my eyes shining with hatred.

“Can’t you greet? Are you so shameless and rude that you have no respect? No wonder you were kidnapped and made to watch your child die!” the woman spat.

I glared at her, the tears threatening to spill at her words.

“Well, ask your son, he was there. I'm sure he knows all about it!” I snapped.

“Why, you —” She raised her hand to slap me again when Jack’s voice interrupted her.

“That’s enough, Mom, leave my wife alone!” Jack’s voice came from the kitchen.

He stepped outside, wearing an apron as he glared at his mother.

“How are you feeling, Gwen?” he asked me, trying to kiss me.

I pushed him away, repulsed by his touch. Once upon a time I would have wanted nothing more than to melt in his arms but not anymore.

His mother has never liked me. Mostly because I was an orphan who didn't have any big company or wealth to offer their family.

She had said I was only fit to be a breeder but even that seemed impossible now because of her son and no one would know that but blame me!

“Gwen, apologize to my mother and Cara. Why didn't you greet them when you got back home?” Jack asked.

I scoffed, “I didn't do anything wrong so I’m not apologizing. What are they doing here?”

“Is that how she talks to you?” his mother thundered.

“Oh, I have to leave. I don't want to cause problems between you both,” Cara said in a pitiful voice.

“Daddy, why is that bad woman yelling?” a tiny voice suddenly asked across the kitchen.

I looked across the kitchen and I saw the boy. He was a replica of Jack, a chip off the old block. He was about two years old, the same time when I had gotten married to Jack.

“Who… what is going on here, Jack?” I asked him.

And he looked me dead in the eyes and lied without a second thought.

“My brother is dead, Cara is his widow and David is his child. They have to move in with us because Cara is pregnant and can't stay alone,” Jack answered.

I stared at him, he was very creative with his lies.

“Why is he calling you daddy?” I queried.

Jack shrugged, “He likes it. I'm not going to tell him to stop because it will make him unhappy.”

I nodded just as he presented a steaming bowl of hot seafood.

“I made you your favorite,” he smiled.

I smiled bitterly, two years with him and he didn't know I was allergic to seafood.

As the steam wafted through my nose, my stomach rumbled and I heaved throwing up on the floor.

“Oh my gosh, Gwen, you should have just asked me to leave. Why are you throwing up over me and my son?” Cara said, sobbing.

I wiped my mouth and glared at her, “You’re far from me. How did it touch you?”

But Jack suddenly grabbed my arm roughly as he forced me to my knees.

“Apologize to them this instant or I’ll make you eat your vomit!” he threatened.

Gwen’s Pov

I stared at Jack with broken eyes and his eyes were suddenly filled with remorse as he released me immediately.

“I’m sorry, Gwen, it’s just —” his apology was cut short when Cara whimpered.

“Daddy, mommy is sick,” David’s voice sounded.

Immediately, Jack abandoned me and ran toward Cara. He scooped her up in his arms and caressed her forehead as he whispered in her ears.

“I think it’s the stench of the vomit, Jack, I feel so weak and I can't eat,” Cara cried.

“Clean that shit up!” Jack barked at me as he walked away with David following them.

My mother-in-law stared at me for a second and then she hissed and walked out.

Heaving a sigh, I cleaned up the vomit and the bowl of seafood that had poured when Jacob had grabbed me.

When I was done I went upstairs to the bedroom I've shared with Jack for two years without knowing he was a monster.

Jack Velcro. I had met him on the night Cara abandoned him at the altar. He had almost killed himself by jumping off a bridge.

That night I saved him and we had sex. He was my boss and I let him because I've been working in his company for two years and I've always had a crush on him.

Maybe because he was nice to me when my parents died and he helped me plan their burial but either way he has been a very sweet soul.

When we woke up, Jack blamed himself for taking advantage of me and wanted to take responsibility for me so we had a secret court marriage.

At work everyone thinks I was just his personal assistant. His family, especially his mother, was never in support of the wedding.

And I never knew when Cara returned or when Jack started being unfaithful to me but I knew one thing — she was back and he was no longer mine.

He was her puppet who would do anything to please him including hurt me and kill our baby.

I opened a file I had filed out weeks ago when I was close to delivery. It was my resignation form. I had decided I would quit work when I gave birth.

Now all I needed was to get Jack to sign these forms along with the divorce papers once they arrived.

I packed up the document and started removing all the pictures that was hanging on the wall. I gathered a box and tossed everything inside.

Then I brought out all the lavish gifts he had given me over the years and added them to the box. There was a slight knock and then Jack came inside.

Jack stared at me and the box then he frowned.

“Why is the room empty and why are you packing all the gifts I've given you?” he asked me.

I shook my head, “I don't like them anymore. I'm giving them out.”

Jack frowned, “Is this because I yelled at you? I'm sorry about that. I'll buy you more gifts. But I need you to try and get along with Cara, she's my brother’s wife.”

I scoffed, “You never told me you had a brother.”

Jack hesitated and then chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, he was the black sheep of the family. Now he's dead, I’m responsible for them. And I promise you, Cara means nothing to me now, I have you.”

I stared at him, I desperately wanted to believe him but I already knew he was lying and that hurt.

I nodded, “Fine, but I don't want her living here.”

“She’s going to live here, Gwen. She's got nowhere else to go. I'll tell her to come see you so you both can patch things up.”

Jack smiled and wanted to kiss me but I turned so he kissed my cheeks instead. He didn't pay attention to it and quickly left.

A few minutes later the door opened and Cara walked inside. She smirked when she saw the bedroom.

“Good, get rid of all your stuff. I'll be moving in soon,” she said.

I nodded, “I know. You can have the whole house to yourself.”

Cara laughed, “Oh sweetheart, you already found out that your husband is cheating on you. Do you know what Jack told me today? He said your son died for a good reason. David’s doing much better now. You should be proud—your child gave mine a future.”

I sat down on the bed and stared blankly at her, “I can see you're proud, Cara, enjoy my sufferings if that's what makes you happy.”

I saw the happy look on Cara’s face dim as she glared at me.

“You’re supposed to be furious, Gwen, what is wrong with you? Your husband killed your child and made you barren because I asked him to!” she snapped.

“Congratulations, you have him wrapped around your little finger, I hope you enjoy him,” I said nonchalantly.

Cara stomped around like she was throwing a tantrum and then she grabbed me roughly.

“You bitch! You're ruining my fun so I’ll teach you a lesson,” she smiled wickedly.

“Let me go!” I snapped, trying to tug my hand free.

Cara wouldn't let me go as she dragged me to the top of the stairs and just as I freed my hand she let out a loud scream.

“Gwen, no!” Then she rolled down the stairs.

I heard running footsteps and a few seconds later, Jack and his mother appeared at the foot of the stairs where Cara lay bleeding and lifeless.

“What have you done?” Jack asked with bloodshot eyes.

Gwen’s Pov

I stood at the top of the stairs frozen as I stared at Cara’s lifeless body. David’s loud cry was what brought me back to my senses.

“Mommy!” he screamed, holding her limp hands.

Jack stared at me like I was his enemy, “If anything happens to Cara or my baby, you will wish you're dead!”

Then with those words, he scooped Cara in his arms and left with David crying and trailing behind him.

His mother spat at me, “I curse you, demon child!”

They all left the house leaving me all alone. I sat at the top of the stairs. No one bothered to ask me if I had done it, they all concluded because that’s what Cara wanted.

I was still sitting there when some guards entered the house and dragged me out roughly.

“What is going on here? Let me go!” I cried.

But they ignored my pleas and shoved me inside a car.

The car pulled up at the family’s private hospital as they dragged me into a room. Jack appeared immediately.

“Jack, what is going on? I swear I didn't —”

A sharp slap cut my words as I saw stars and my neck snapped to the side. I could taste the blood in my mouth as I stared at Jack.

“I’ve had it with you and your fucking pretense! You're a fucking bitch and I regret marrying you. You will donate blood to Cara because you pushed her,” he said coldly.

I stared at him, defiance shining in my eyes as I said in an equally venomous tone.

“No, I didn't push her and she's not getting my blood!”

My words seemed to outrage Jack as his hands suddenly clamped around my neck and he tightened his grip.

I started struggling to breathe on the chair, clawing at his hands, my eyes bulging.

“I… I… Breathe…” I stuttered, clawing his hand furiously.

“You’ll kill her, Mr. Velcro!” the doctor’s voice said sharply.

Only then did Jack release me. I collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath as the air rushed back to my lungs. My eyes were wide and red as I stared at him.

“You are not off the hook yet,” he said coldly to me, then he turned to the doctor, “Drain her, every last drop. Leave just enough to keep her alive.”

“That would kill her, Sir. We can take blood from the blood bank for Cara. Gwen isn't strong enough to donate blood due to what happened to her yesterday,” the doctor said.

Jack’s hand tightened around the man’s neck as he squeezed tightly.

“I pay you to do your fucking job. Now do as I've said!” he snapped, tossing the doctor aside.

As he walked away his men restrained me and the doctor injected me with needles. They started draining my blood and I soon started feeling dizzy.

After losing so much blood from the traumatic event of yesterday, it was difficult to stay away. Slowly, my eyes closed and I welcomed the darkness.

—

I opened my eyes to a bucket of cold water being dumped on me. Shivering, I realized I was still sitting in the chair and Jack was glaring at me.

My head felt light as I tried to stand up but I ended up falling to the floor.

“Are you done acting?” Jack asked me.

I blinked, “What do you want now, Jack? I'm cold.”

He suddenly yanked me up by my hair and I cried out in pain.

“Please, let me go. Have mercy, Jack,” I begged.

I was too tired for more pain, I just wanted to sleep. He refused to release my hair as he glared at me.

“You bitch! You sent someone to kidnap my son, right?” he yelled in my face.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, slightly disoriented.

“David is my fucking son and while you're here pretending to be dying you sent someone to kidnap him just to get back at me,” he stated.

I laughed, it was a hollow laughter filled with pain as he released my hair.

“You stand there and shamelessly inform me that you have a child with another woman,” I said.

“Cara isn't another woman. She's my true love and the mother of my son and unborn baby! You knew this, why didn't you confront me? Why try to kill an innocent child?” he snapped.

My eyes glazed over as I stared at him, “Innocent? Did you remember innocence when my baby died?”

“Cut the crap, Gwen, I know what you've done and I have evidence,” he snapped.

Just then his men dragged a tattered man into the room as he pointed at me and started begging.

“Please, sir, she's the one who paid me to kidnap and kill the child. I didn't know he's your child, please have mercy.”

I stared at the man, shocked, “I’ve never seen this man in my life before.”

“Why do you keep lying?!” Jack barked.

“I’m not lying. I didn't do this. I would never, you know me,” I cried.

Jack dragged me furiously, his nails digging into my arm painfully.

“You will admit what you've done. You will grovel and beg for forgiveness else I will teach you a lesson,” he said.

“I didn't do anything,” I said stubbornly.

He dragged me outside to a waiting jet as he shoved me inside. When the jet was two thousand feet above ground, Jack opened the door of the jet.

“Admit what you've done or I’ll shove you out!” he yelled.

My heart started racing as my throat clamped up and I shook my head. Jack knew I was scared of heights and now he was using it against me.

“I swear I didn't do it, Jack, please have mercy!” I cried.

Jack sighed, “I warned you!”

Then he gave me a hard shove and suddenly I was falling out of the jet, my screams echoing around me.