Chapter 15
“I didn’t do anything to her! She deserved it! She took everything from me!”
At the mention of Alice, Maisy’s sobs grew even louder.
“Ever since that bitch’s mother died, my dad was never the same! He was lost in grief, ignoring me and my mom! He was never like that before. It’s all because of that bitch and
her mother!
“And you, Brad! You loved me, but you still treated her so well! You even married her! Zach can never give me what I want, but I can only have you as my brother–in–law!
“Why was that bitch Alice so good at painting too? Everyone loved her! Everything should have been mine!”
Under the weight of pressure, Maisy finally spilled all the evil thoughts she had kept hidden. Hearing it all, Bradley was consumed with rage.
Alice had never done anything wrong. Everything had happened because of Maisy’s twisted jealousy.
Just then, a sharp slap rang through the room. The force sent Maisy crashing to the floor. She clutched her smarting cheek, her eyes filled with disbelief.
These past few days had been a living hell, but Bradley had never laid a hand on her himself. That gave her hope that she still had a chance to turn things around. But today, he actually slapped her. And all because of Alice.
“You slapped me for Alice?” she shrieked.
Bradley’s expression was void of warmth. If there had been even a shred of hesitation before, her confession had wiped it away completely.
Now, all he felt was disgust. How could he have ever done so much for her? How could he have hurt Alice over someone like this?
His fingers curled into a fist The ice in his stare sent a shudder through Maisy.
She had never seen him like this before. He had always treated her well and indulged her every whim. This change was all because of Alice. Maisy’s eyes burned with venomous hatred. If she could, she would tear Alice to pieces.
Bradley saw it all.
He let out a chilling laugh that sent shivers down the spine. “It’s time Alice got everything back.”
Without another word, he grabbed Maisy by the hair and dragged her forward.
The next two months were nothing short of hell for Maisy.
Every day, Bradley bled her dry, burned her hands in boiling water, let strange men do whatever they wanted to her, and forced her to get pregnant. Yes, Maisy had lied about being infertile. It had all been a ploy to trick him into killing Alice’s baby.
Since she had made Alice lose her child, she would learn what it felt like to lose her own.
The moment a pregnancy test came back positive and her belly began to swell, he would force her to take the strongest abortion pills.
Bradley made sure she felt the pain as that tiny life was snuffed out. And if Maisy passed out, he would force her awake to make her face every bit of it.
Blood pooled across the basement floor, and Maisy had completely lost her mind.
She clutched the same stillborn baby from before. Now, it was nothing more than a decayed, rotting mass of flesh.
“Baby, my sweet baby, Mommy will take care of you.”
The stench was unbearable–rancid, putrid, and suffocating. At this point, Maisy was filthier than a stray on the streets.
Bradley came to see her, just like he always did.
The moment the basement door creaked open, Maisy flinched instinctively and shielded her stomach.
“No! No! Don’t hurt my baby! Get away from me, Alice! Stay back! I was wrong! I’m sorry!”
She laughed and cried, teetering on the edge of madness. But the pain she had braced for never came. Slowly, Maisy lowered the hands shielding her stomach and saw a figure standing against the light.
It looked so familiar.
She stared in a daze, struggling to make out the figure. And then, all at once, it hit her.
With a strangled cry, she threw the rotting flesh aside and crawled toward him while weeping hysterically.
“Zach! Help me! Please, help me! Bradley’s lost his mind! Save me, Zach!”
It was her husband, Zachary Terrell.
