He Said I Love Him Enough to Let Him Marry Her and Kill Our Child Chapter 08

He Said I Love Him Enough to Let Him Marry Her and Kill Our Child Chapter 08

My chest went tight. That memory was the rawest wound I 

had. 

I forced my voice steady. “What do you want?” 

“I’ll send you an address,” Tristan said. “Come alone.” 

The line went dead. 

I thought about it and then I went. I followed the address to an 

abandoned warehouse in the industrial district. 

Inside, Bianca was tied to a chair. Her face was a mask of blood. 

The moment she saw me, she started begging. “Help me. Call 

the cops.” 

I ignored her. My eyes swept the shadows. “Where’s Tristan 

Shaw?” 

“Right here.” 

His voice crawled out from the darkness. He stepped into the 

dim light, a hammer swinging from his hand, his eyes wild and 

unhinged. 

“I’ve been thinking, Elena,” he said. “Trying to figure out why 

you won’t forgive me. I helped you so much. You loved me so much. Why did you change?” 

I stared at him, speechless. Even now, he found a way to make 

this my fault. 

I turned to leave. 

He spoke again, and his words stopped me. “Then I figured it 

out. It’s because Bianca killed our baby. That’s the wound that 

never healed.” 

“And guess what? Bianca’s pregnant now. The universe gave you a chance at revenge.” 

He placed a hand on Bianca’s shoulder. She flinched like she’d been burned. 

He grinned. “The Harringtons kicked me out. Bianca thought she’d cut me off and raise the kid alone. As if.” 

Bianca was shaking uncontrollably, her voice a desperate sob. “Elena, please. Let me go. I was wrong before. I’ll never do it again. I swear.” 

“How is this my problem?” I said, my voice flat. “Tristan tied you up. I’m not on his side.” 

“You just have to forgive me,” Bianca cried. “If you forgive me, he’ll let me go.” 

I said nothing. 

Tristan raised the hammer and brought it down on Bianca’s 

stomach. Her scream tore through the warehouse. 

She sobbed, broken and barely coherent. “Elena. Please, Elena. I’ll never hurt you again. Please save me. I’ll beg. See? I’m begging. Please…” 

I stayed silent. 

Tristan was past reason now, swinging the hammer again and 

again. After a while, Bianca stopped making sounds. She 

slumped in the chair, head hanging limp. 

Tristan straightened up, his face smeared with blood. He 

looked like something no longer human. 

“Elena, I killed my child with Bianca. For you.” His voice cracked. “I did that for you. Now will you forgive me?” 

I shook my head slowly. 

He roared. “Why? Not even a thank you?” 

“Once,” I said, my voice steady and cold, “you used my gratitude to strip me down to nothing. That’s over. You chose to kill. That’s on you.” 

I turned to leave. 

Tristan’s laugh was hollow. “Elena, I’ve got nothing left. If you don’t forgive me, you’re not walking out of here.” 

I stopped walking. 

He kept laughing. “Forgive me, Elena. We can go back. Back to 

the way we were. Your parents love you, I see it. Just tell them I’m good. Tell them to forgive me. You’re their only daughter. All that money, all that business… someone’s gotta run it someday. Right? That could be me.” 

“Keep dreaming,” I said. 

Tristan clenched his jaw. “Fine. If that’s how it is, then we go to hell together.” 

He raised the hammer and charged, aiming straight for my 

skull.