He Called Me A Housewife While I Gave Him Everything Chapter 05

He Called Me A Housewife While I Gave Him Everything Chapter 05

By the time I reached the hospital, a crowd choked the 

rooftop access. 

A gurney sat under a white sheet. The outline beneath it 

was saturated through, bleeding red into the fabric. The wind 

caught the edge of the sheet and lifted it. I saw my father’s 

rough, calloused hand, still clamped around his phone. 

My legs gave out. I dropped onto the concrete, hard. 

Damian shoved through the crowd and reached for me. I 

twisted away from him. On hands and knees, I crawled to the gurney and pulled back the sheet. 

His face was broken. Unrecognizable. 

But his eyes, they weren’t fully closed. Whatever was 

frozen in them, it was equal parts despair and fury. 

My hands shook as I pried his fingers open, trying to free the phone. Damian knelt beside me. His hands trembled as he reached to help. “Nora, I never meant for this. I only wanted to scare you. I didn’t think he would jump.” 

I pulled back and hit him across the face with everything I 

had left. 

His head snapped sideways. Blood bloomed at the corner 

of his lip. But he didn’t flinch. He turned the other cheek 

toward me. 

“Hit me. Nora, come on, kill me. Just kill me.” 

He was sobbing, his face slick with tears, grabbing my hand and smacking it against his own face. I yanked my hand 

back and worked the phone from my father’s stiff fingers. 

The screen was still on. 

The last message sent was from Damian’s number. The photos were there, and below them, a line of text. 

[Take a good look at the daughter you raised. She spread her legs for some professor over five hundred bucks. And you 

still have the nerve to keep breathing, keep draining my money?] 

I turned the screen and shoved it inches from 

Damian’s face. 

“This. This is what you call ‘scaring‘ me?” 

Damian read the words. I watched the strength leave his 

body. He crumpled to the ground. 

“That’s not, Nora, I didn’t text that. I only sent the photos. Someone else got into my phone!” 

He shook his head wildly, the denial spilling out in broken fragments. I reached down and closed my father’s eyes. 

“You win, Damian.” 

I stood. The wind ripped through my hair. 

“You already took my life. Now you’ve taken my father’s 

too.” 

Damian crawled forward and locked his arms around my legs. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I’ll make it right. I’ll give him the best funeral, the best plot money can buy. 

Whatever it costs.” 

I looked down at him. Nothing was left inside me but 

disgust. 

“No.” 

“Save your money. Buy formula for Chloe’s baby.” 

I kicked him off and turned toward the morgue, walking 

hard. Behind me, I heard Damian hurl himself at a concrete 

pillar. Ethan and the others rushed in, holding him back by 

force. Damian was screaming, roaring my name. 

I didn’t look back. Not once. 

After I handled my father’s funeral arrangements, I went 

back to the house one last time. 

I pushed open the door. The stench of alcohol hit me instantly. Damian sat on the living room floor, ringed by empty bottles. A bandage stretched across his forehead. He’d lost weight. Stubble covered his jaw in uneven patches. 

The moment he saw me, his head snapped up. He stumbled to his feet and lunged, grabbing my wrist. 

“Nora! You came back. I knew you wouldn’t leave me. I 

knew it.”