He Said I Love Him Enough to Let Him Marry Her and Kill Our Child Chapter 09

He Said I Love Him Enough to Let Him Marry Her and Kill Our Child Chapter 09

Out of the shadows, a figure exploded into motion. A single kick sent Tristan crashing to the ground. 

My father’s head of security. 

More men flooded in behind him, their high–powered flashlights blinding Tristan in harsh white light. He flailed his arms, screaming in rage. “Elena Grant, you brought people with you?” 

I locked eyes with my parents. I smiled. 

“I found my family,” I said, my voice strong and clear. “I’m not alone anymore. You can’t scare me, Tristan Shaw. Whatever you do to me, my parents will know.” 

Sirens screamed in the distance, growing closer. The fight drained out of Tristan’s face. He hesitated, then dropped the hammer and put his hands up. 

Bianca Harrington lost her baby. She survived the physical attack but spent a month in the ICU. In the end, she still died. 

Months later, Tristan Shaw’s case closed. He was convicted of 

murder and sentenced to death. 

Before his execution, he asked to see me one more time. I said 

1. no. I didn’t want any part of that man attached to me, not even 

for a final visit. 

After it was over, nobody claimed his remains. His ashes ended 

up in a public cemetery. People said, just rumors, mostly, that someone kept showing up to his grave to pour filth over the headstone. The Harringtons, probably. Tristan killed Bianca and burned their family to the ground. Someone wanted 

payback. 

Just gossip, really. I only half–listened when it came up. 

I had other things to focus on. Like the blind date my parents 

set up. 

Well, not blind, exactly. He was from a suitable family. Good 

match on paper. 

The moment I saw him, I felt something strange. A pull of recognition I couldn’t place. 

He looked at me with a half–smile. “You remember me yet?” 

“I know you?” I asked, thrown. 

He nodded. “We used to play together. Before you were gone.” His voice was gentle. “You made me a promise back then. When we grew up, you said you’d marry me.” 

My face went warm. Those blurred childhood memories. started to surface, like light filtering through deep water. 

He took my hand, his grip steady and certain. “Then I’ll spend the rest of our lives bringing them back.” 

I smiled. And I squeezed his hand back.