My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 07

My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 07

Malachi woke at noon the next day.

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It felt like he was surfacing from a blackout. His head

throbbed, and his mind was a complete blank.

Sloane was gone. He was alone in the house.

Malachi reached for his phone on instinct.

The screen was dark.

No calls from Greer. No texts.

He frowned.

In the past, no matter how big a scene he made with other women, no matter how ugly things got, Greer was always the

one to break the silence.

He was used to her being the first to give in.

Because she loved him, he’d always been confident of his

hold on her.

But this time, there was only silence.

It filled him with a growing unease.

Malachi stumbled toward the bathroom.

The moment he pushed the door open, he staggered back,

nearly collapsing.

Sloane was tied up in the bathtub.

Her face was bloodless, her eyes wide with a terror so

profound it was almost liquid.

The water was inches from her face.

The gash on her wrist was still dripping blood into the bathwater, staining a large patch of it red.

Malachi seemed to understand something, and his face went deathly pale.

He managed to untie her.

But when Sloane saw him, she reacted as if she’d seen a

ghost, scrambling out of the tub on all fours.

As she crawled away, she let out a series of shrill, broken

screams.

Malachi’s headache intensified, feeling as if his skull might split open.

Just then, his phone rang.

Irritated, he answered it.

A woman’s voice, steady and cold, spoke with the detached

air of someone reciting a script.

“May I speak with Mr. Malachi Holloway?”

“Greer Sinclair fell from the rooftop of Mercy General

Hospital at three o’clock yesterday afternoon. ”

“Resuscitation was unsuccessful. She was pronounced dead.”