Skeletons Of The Marital Closet novel Chapter 566

Chapter 566
He propped his hands weakly on the ground, unable to lift his head for a long time.
“You haven’t seen how much Gale suffered to protect her pregnancy. How many medicines does she have to take a day, and have needles in her stomach… It hurts. just looking at it, but she never complained.” Summer sniffed.

“Shawn, now you understand how desperate she is to jump into the sea with her child from the yacht! You forced her to this point. You are the executioner!”
Summer’s voice echoed for a long time in the empty mourning hall.
Even Joe was stunned and remained silent.

This news was too shocking.
There was actually Shawn’s child in Gale’s stomach!
This was simply sprinkling salt on Shawn’s wounds!
How could Shawn accept it!

“She is pregnant with my child. She is pregnant with my child…She left me and took our child…” Shawn repeated over and over again.
“We have lost a child before, and it is an eternal pain in my heart and her heart. Why this time, the child is still…”
Shawn could not continue.

He punched the ground one after another until the back of his hand oozed blood, but he still did not want to stop.
Only by using the pain in the body can the pain in his heart be relieved a little bit.
However, it was still very uncomfortable, as if a hand was strangling Shawn’s heart, making him unable to breathe!

Joe could not stand it anymore. “Do you want a hand?”
“I don’t want anything! There is nothing left to live for!” Shawn said, rolling up his sleeves, showing the obvious scar on the arm.
“In order to save her, I picked up the knife and stabbed my arm without blinking. It almost c*ippled me… I can die for her! Now she is gone, and the child is gone too. Tell me, Joe, what is the meaning of my life!”

Blood dripped down Shawn’s hand.
Joe opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
At this time, any comfort seemed weak.
“Things… have already happened, and no one can change them. The living should live well.” Joe sighed.

Shawn stood up numbly, and his whole body was like a walking dead.
The mourning hall returned to silence.
It was so quiet that the faint sound of the wind could be heard outside.
After a while, Shawn shouted, “Hello, Summer.”
“What do you want me to do?”

“Thank you for telling me this. It hurts me so much,” Shawn said.
Summer, with a very expressionless face, said, “You’re welcome. At first, I thought I could be a godmother, but now…”