Call from the Future- My Husband Told Me My Best Friend Bared His Children Chapter 05

Call from the Future- My Husband Told Me My Best Friend Bared His Children Chapter 05

The moment he watched Seraphina Grant leap from that window, Gideon Hale’s body reacted before his mind could catch up. No hesitation. He bolted toward the glass. 

His bodyguards slammed him back. Pinned him down. He thrashed like a man possessed, screaming himself raw. “No! Don’t! Seraphina! Seraphina Grant, come back!” 

But the fragile woman couldn’t hear him anymore. She plummeted straight toward the ground. 

The impact echoed. The woman who once cried for hours over a scraped knee now lay twisted at an angle no living body should bend. Her wrist still bore the marks where he’d snapped it. Red bloomed beneath her. Vivid. Spreading. It 

stained Gideon’s vision crimson. 

“No. She’s not dead. She promised me. Forever.” He fought free of his restraints and stumbled toward the stairs. “Get out of my way! I need a doctor! Someone can save her. Someone 

A crowd had already gathered around the lifeless body. Gawking. Pointing. “Cheaters like her deserve to die.” “Barging into a kid’s birthday party. Shameless whore.” “Good riddance. Saves that poor couple the embarrassment.” 

Every word drove needles into Gideon’s skull. He spun and kicked one of the speakers to his knees. “What did you just say? The woman lying here–she’s my-” 

“Gideon.” Serena Whitfield rushed down behind him. The 

twins clutched in her arms. Her eyes were swimming with 

tears. “Today is the children’s birthday.” 

He looked at those innocent faces. Swallowed the words whole. 

Brushed everyone aside with brutal force. His hand trembled as he reached for her still chest. Nothing. No breath. No pulse. The physician he’d specially summoned took one look and delivered the verdict with grim finality. Make arrangements. 

Every drop of blood drained from Gideon’s face. His pupils convulsed. He knelt there in the spreading pool of her blood and clutched her hand like a man drowning. 

Back when they were learning to talk, the first word they’d both mastered was each other’s name. They’d learned to walk hand in hand. Celebrated every birthday side by side. And on every single one, they’d sworn they’d stay together for life. 

So why had Seraphina broken that promise? 

Because he’d slept with her best friend? Fathered two six–year–old children? But what man in his social circle was clean? Even his own father had illegitimate children scattered everywhere. Because he and Serena had hooked up in that recovery ward and sent her parents into irreversible coma? 

But that was an accident. He’d spent three years and a fortune building a medical team to make it right. Because he’d publicly declared Serena his wife while locking Seraphina in a psychiatric facility? But he’d given explicit orders. She wasn’t to be treated as a patient. She was to be comfortable. 

Because he’d stood by and watched her fall, forced her to sign over her assets, made her confess to being the other woman in front of the world? But he’d only done all that because she’d 

acted out first. And he would’ve made sure none of it hit the 

media. Even after she transferred her fortune, he was going to transfer his own right back. He’d never let her lose. 

Gideon retraced every memory. And he remembered all of it. 

Every detail of his life with her. Crystal clear. 

Which meant no matter how many excuses he fed himself, deep down he already knew. He was wrong. Irredeemably wrong. Unforgivably wrong. The promise he’d made when he confessed–one love, one lifetime*-he’d shattered it. Greedy. Indecisive. Playing both sides. 

“Gideon. She’s gone.” Serena took his hand. Gazed at him with deep affection. Laid her head softly on his shoulder. “But your still have me. We can still build a good life together. Can’t we?” 

The move that had never once failed him failed now. He shook her off. His eyes cut into her like glass. “Serena. You were her best friend. But you don’t seem sad at all. Were you hoping 

she’d die?” 

Serena’s face locked up. Then tears poured down on cue. “Gideon. I was just holding myself together. For you. How could you accuse me of that?” 

He exhaled. Nearly apologized. Then the hospital called. 

“Mr. Hale. Since Mr. and Mrs. Grant have been cremated per your orders–should we also terminate the research program on their condition?”