He Came Back Ten Years Too Late Chapter 04

He Came Back Ten Years Too Late Chapter 04

The blow and grief sent me into premature labor.

Only my mother’s death managed to stir guilt in Ethan.

He kept watch outside the delivery room for a full day and night.

He promised to spend the rest of his life making it up to me.

Cassidy showed up with tears in her eyes to apologize.

“I never meant for your mother to find out. I had no idea someone would contact her…”

But her eyes held no remorse when she looked at me.

Only provocation and triumph.

She had deliberately brought my mother to the wedding.

That was when hatred burned through the last of my reason.

I dragged her to the roof in a blind rage.

I screamed that she had to pay with her life.

By the time Ethan arrived, blood was trickling from beneath Cassidy’s dress.

He kicked me away.

Then he pinned me against the edge of the roof, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Jasmine! Are you insane? Look at you! Your mother died, and that’s the punishment you deserve.”

My mind went blank.

I stared at him, frozen.

In that instant, all my love and hatred burned down to ash.

My strength drained away. I laughed bitterly.

“Forget it, Ethan. I’m letting you go.”

“This is where we end.”

Ethan froze. His hand loosened before he even realized it.

Cassidy spoke in a frail voice.

“Etban, the prophecy has already come true. She killed my baby, and now she’s trying to kill me. You’re still going to let her go?”

“I don’t want her son growing up to call me a homewrecker every day, and I don’t want to be assaulted

again…”

“If you’re going to protect her, I’d rather die right now.”

Ethan wrapped his arms around Cassidy, who was crying pitifully.

When he looked at me again, there wasn’t a trace of hesitation left in his eyes.

He personally had me and my baby sent to the psychiatric hospital on a remote island.

“Jazz, as long as you stay, none of us will ever have peace.”

“I’ll come for you someday.”

One lock. One stretch of ocean.

That was all it took to cut me off from every way to call for help.

My son was less than a month old. After being thrown into a new environment, he soon developed a high

fever.

I pounded on the door until the bones in my wrists snapped and screamed until my vocal cords tore, but

nobody came to help.

At last, my baby’s tiny body went stiff in my arms.

With nothing left to live for, I threw myself into the deep ocean.

But I didn’t die.

Instead, I washed up in a fishing village far from the island.

It was so far away that even going back to collect my son’s body

would cost a fortune in boat fare.

Ten years passed.

The confident, driven Jasmine Carter no longer existed.

All that remained was a mute free diver who risked her life for money.

So when I heard Ethan say he wanted to take me home and get treatment for my voice,

I shoved him away with all the strength I could muster.

[There is no point anymore, Ethan. I’m dying. 1

[If you want to do one thing for me, take me to get Aiden.]