The Mark He Bit Into Me novel Chapter 77

Chapter 2

The two of them were tangled together on my marriage bed.

Our wedding photo on the nightstand shook with each movement.

I stared at that picture, taking in the woman’s tender smile and Alexander Hayes’ cold, distant gaze, and finally understood that even souls could weep.

But Alexander, you don’t have to wait for next time.

Because… I’m already dead.

That day, panic consumed me. I tried to run, clutching my swollen belly, stumbling like a headless

bird.

He stood there, watching me, his expression flat.

When his guards caught me and dragged me back, his patience finally snapped. He pressed me into

the seat of the free-fall ride and strapped me down himself.

I could feel his eyes on me as the machine rose higher and higher, my screams slicing through the

wind.

When the gush of warmth spread between my legs, I sobbed and shouted, “My water broke! Please,

Alex, save our baby!”

For a moment, he hesitated.

Then Lila, nestled weakly in his arms, whispered, “Didn’t Grace’s due date still have a week left? But she really does look terrified… She even wet herself before it started. Maybe we should stop, I’ll

be fine…”

And in that instant, disgust darkened Alexander’s face.

“Grace, you’re pathetic. Even using our child just to earn pity? Stay up there and think about what

you’ve done!”

The cold air bit at my skin as the ride ascended, approaching three hundred thirty feet. My teeth chattered; my stomach cramped harder with every second.

When I realized the baby was coming, I fought to free my bound hands. The ropes tore into my skin until my flesh split open, but I managed to loosen them just enough.

As the ride dropped again, I pushed with all the strength I had left.

A faint, kitten-like cry reached my ears.

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I barely had time to feel relief before the machine shot upward again.

My vision blurred. I couldn’t even tell whether my baby was a boy or a girl before she fell from me,

torn away by the sudden drop.

I tried to catch her. My hands, raw and bleeding, couldn’t hold on.

Her tiny body plummeted, and I screamed until my throat broke, watching helplessly as she hit the ground and was crushed beyond recognition.

Blood poured from me, flaring crimson in the wind like midsummer snow.

My screams of agony faded into silence as my breath finally stopped.

And in that same moment, what was Alexander doing?

He had gathered the city’s top doctors to make sure Lila wouldn’t be left with a scar from that faint

scratch on her arm.

He bought her 9,999 roses, a one-of-a-kind jewel from an international auction, laying them at her feet just to coax a smile from his precious first love.

When someone tried to report my condition, he cut them off impatiently. “Even if she’s dead, she brought it on herself.”

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