My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 09

My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 09

It was as if Malachi’s soul had been ripped from his body.

He opened his mouth, but only a hoarse, broken sound came

out.

“…Wasn’t her illness all an act?”

“Wasn’t she just using suicide to get my attention?”

“Why… Why is Greer really dead?”

The morgue attendant beside him coolly tossed a thick file at

his chest.

They were Greer’s medical records from over the years.

From mild depression at first, to severe depression, anxiety, and complex post-traumatic stress disorder.

In the end, even psychiatrists were hesitant to take her case.

Her suicide risk was off the charts. The slightest trigger could

send her over the edge.

“Mr. Holloway, even we were able to find these records.”

The attendant looked at him, their tone dripping with scorn.

“And you couldn’t?”

“If you had ever truly cared, you would have known Ms.

Sinclair wasn’t faking it.”

“The medication she took, the injuries she sustained, the

number of times she was rushed to the ICU… the hospital has a record of everything.”

“But you never looked. And you never believed her.”

“You drove her to her death.”