My Husband Killed My Eight Children For My Best Friend Chapter 07
The next day, I found an envelope on my doorstep.
The divorce agreement.
Adrian had signed it in the end.
A few days after that, a startling sum of money appeared in my account.
The amount was staggering.
Mia came rushing over, holding out her phone.
“Emily. You have to see the news.”
I took the phone.
Alerts had piled up on the screen.
Sophie Lane, missing for nearly a year, has been discovered dead in the basement of a private residence belonging to Adrian Blackwood, uncle of her husband. The condition of the body is described as severe, with a clear wound to the abdomen. The whereabouts of the fetus remain unknown. Investigators have reportedly recovered unidentified human tissue from the victim’s stomach. The case is ongoing.
Adrian Blackwood, former CEO of Blackwood Group, has turned himself in and confessed to the killing of Sophie Lane. He has also admitted that he and Lane conspired for years to drug his then-wife during her pregnancies, causing repeated miscarriages and eventually leaving her permanently unable to conceive.
Blackwood has been sentenced in the first trial to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. A member of the Blackwood family has collapsed at home and been transported to hospital. Ethan Blackwood has officially taken over as head of Blackwood Group. The company’s share price has plummeted, and losses continue to grow.
Mia stared at the screen, stunned.
“Has Adrian lost his mind?”
I looked at the balance in my account for a long time and said nothing.
In the end, I kept the money.
I used it to establish a children’s charity foundation.
Something small, for my babies.
If they ever came back into this world, I hoped it would be into a home that loved them.
The script came together smoothly.
Mia and I both made good money on it.
That night, we drank at home to celebrate.
Mia, well into her cups, slumped against the couch and asked me, “If Adrian died, would it hurt?”
I was a little drunk too.
For just a moment, I thought I saw the day Adrian and I signed our marriage license.
In the photograph we were standing very close.
Back then, I had truly believed I was going to have a happy home.
I opened my eyes again. There was nothing in front of me.
Just the illusion of too much wine.
I shook my head and smiled.
“No.”
“That’s all in the past.”
“I just want to keep moving forward now.”
Outside the window, the night was quiet.
I finished what was in my glass, and at last I felt something in my chest come loose.
Not numbness.
Freedom.
The End.