The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 4

Hector didn't react immediately.

After a long while, he asked hoarsely,

“What did you say?”

The assistant, afraid to say more, opened the video on his phone and showed it to him.

The video showed a vast ocean with the time being in the early hours of the morning.

I stood by the sea, spreading my arms, and jumped in despair.

It was accidentally filmed by a photographer taking pictures of the sea scenery.

“It's impossible. She can't be Ivy!”

Hector staggered a few steps.

In the video, just before I jumped, I glanced back.

With just one glance, Hector recognized me instantly.

My death made the trending news.

Everyone was sighing, lamenting how I had died young, unable to enjoy a life of luxury in the wealthy family.

Only Hector refused to believe that I was dead.

In fact, it was my eldest sister-in-law who went to retrieve my body.

On the day I was buried, Hector was drunk in our newlywed home.

My sister-in-law came to see him.

The room was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

“Hector, today is Ivy's funeral. Why don't you go see her?”

Upon hearing my name, Hector suddenly went wild like a beast, scrambling up from the ground.

“She's not dead. Ivy isn't dead. Sis, you're lying to me, right?”

“You all are lying to me! Is it fun? Is it fun?”

His eyes were bloodshot, staggering toward the living room.

“Ivy's not dead. She still has to make me some hangover soup!”

For seven years of marriage, every time Hector came back from a social gathering, it was me who prepared the hangover soup, spooning it one bite at a time for him.

My eldest sister-in-law slapped him.

“Hector, why didn't you appreciate her when she was alive? You only regret it now that she's gone!”

“Yeah, why didn't I know how to cherish her?”

He murmured, lost in thought.

I was adopted by the James family to be a foolish young bride for the heir.

After Hector woke up, his misunderstanding of me deepened.

Even though he knew that my eldest sister-in-law had drugged him, he still believed I had suggested it to her, and that's why she drugged him.

When I became pregnant, Hector dragged me to the hospital to have an abortion.

“Ivy, who gave you the right to get pregnant with my child? I won't allow a woman as scheming as you to stay in the Lane family. After the abortion, get out!”

When I was lying on the operating table, it was my eldest sister-in-law who barged in and stopped Hector.

At this moment, the truth was revealed.

Hector couldn't believe it and choked on his words.

“It's my fault. I never believed in her.”

“Wake up. Ivy is already gone. Listen to me. go light a candle for her. She loved you so much when she was alive. Don't you feel guilty for not going to see her?”

Hearing his sister's advice, Hector finally pulled himself together, straightened his clothes, and went to my funeral hall.

I lay in the coffin, my face pale. It was swollen from being in the sea water, but you could still vaguely make out my features.

Hector held my hand, expressing his regret.

“Ivy, I'm sorry. How could you punish me like this by taking your own life?”

When he saw the red mole on my arm, his face showed a shocked expression.