Only when I inhaled the crisp air outside did the suffocating weight in my chest lessen. But the tears wouldn’t stop falling.
'Samuel, you knew I was just downstairs. How could you do this? In our bedroom?!'
I slumped onto the doorstep, dazed, not knowing how much time had passed.
Then, without warning, a foul-smelling liquid was dumped over my head.
I gasped in shock as the stench filled my nose.
Xandra stood before me, her lips curled into a smug smirk.
"Lydia, how does my son’s urine taste? Did you enjoy watching Samuel lose himself in me?"
So this was intentional. She wanted me to see everything.
"Tsk tsk, just look at you now—your son is dead, and you’re hobbling around on one leg. If I were you, I’d have ended it already. What’s the point of living?"
She bent down, whispering cruelly into my ear. "Even though you married Samuel and had his child, so what? He still suffocated your son to death for me and my baby, making sure you could never have another."
My breath hitched.
Xandra held up her phone, tilting the screen toward me. "I even recorded it for you. Want to see how your baby’s little face turned from red to purple? It’s quite a sight."
My entire body trembled violently.