Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 66

Chapter 5

The private room fell dead silent.

Every eye in the room locked onto the documents on the table.

Black ink on white paper, official stamps-impossible to fake.

It read: Cause of death-severe intrauterine asphyxiation.

Time of death: January 6th, 8:15 PM.

“That’s impossible…” Brett’s lips trembled.

The glass in his hand shattered on the floor.

He reached for the paper instinctively, but his fingers recoiled before touching it.

“Sloane, is this another one of your tricks?”

He looked up at me with wild eyes and a shrill voice.

“You’d curse your own baby, just to ruin Tessa’s birthday?”

“Heartless! What kind of mother would fake something like this?!”

Tessa had been shocked at first, but hearing Brett’s words brought her right back.

She clutched her chest dramatically, then put on that disgusting cutesy act again.

“Oh my god, you scared me! That joke was way too much!”

“I know you don’t like me and you’re jealous of me and Brett, but you can’t bring this creepy fake stuff here to mess with people.”

“It’s my birthday and everyone’s here. Do you want Brett to lose all his respect?”

She reached for the death certificate, muttering, “Let’s just throw this fake thing away. It’s bad luck.”

“Don’t touch it.”

My voice was cold and firm.

Even though I barely raised my voice, Tessa’s hand froze mid-air.

I stared at Brett-the face I used to love now made my stomach turn.

“Brett, do you remember my blood type? Rh negative?”

“The day I hemorrhaged, the blood bank was almost empty. If some stranger hadn’t donated, I would’ve died too.”

“Of course you don’t remember. Because at that exact moment, you were on your motorcycle speeding down streets to get HER to the arena.”

I pulled out my phone and opened a video.

“Sirens blazing, traffic parting-SO EPIC!”

The timestamp at the bottom was crystal clear.

January 6th, 8:14 PM.

I opened my call log next.

8:14 PM-my tenth call to him.

8:15 PM-call connected, duration 13 seconds.

Core Menu nummi sertaining with excitement.

I repeated his words from those 13 seconds slowly and coldly:

“Shut up! Everyone’s waiting. What makes you so special? Deal with it!”

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Brett’s buddies exchanged nervous glances and no one dared speak.

Some even quietly scooted their chairs back and covered their mouths.

Brett’s supervisor let out a heavy sigh, stood up, and left without a word.

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