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Miguel was trembling so badly he could barely hold his phone.
He had imagined I might curse him, lash out in anger, or simply pretend nothing had happened but never had he expected to receive news that I was pregnant.
He stared at the ultrasound photo, then reached into the inner pocket close to his chest with shaking fingers and pulled out another image.
It was an ultrasound, too.
Miguel carefully compared the two little figures in each scan.
Again. And again.
In the end, he had no choice but to admit the child in my belly looked far healthier than the one he had lost.
After days of torment, Saoirse had long lost the will to live.
Seeing Miguel’s broken state, she let out a spiteful, delighted laugh.
‘Look at you now, like a complete lunatic.”
‘If those fans who used to call you ‘hubby’ and ‘big brother’ saw you now, they’d be heartbroken wouldn’t they?”
Miguel gently folded the ultrasound photo and tucked it carefully back into his chest.
Then suddenly, he laughed, but with each laugh, tears began to fall.
He once had the chance at a happy family, a lively and adorable child.
And he had shattered it all with his own hands.
Saoirse suddenly caught on, her gaze turning odd as she looked at him.
‘That photo… is that your child? And this one, my dear sister’s child with her new husband?”
‘Don’t tell me you still haven’t gotten over her?”
Miguel ignored her taunts.
Without a word, he picked up a fruit knife from the floor.
He didn’t speak.
He simply drove the blade into Saoirse’s body.
‘Ah-!”
Crimson blood gushed out, dyeing him like a demon born of hell.
One stab. Then another.
He swung the knife again and again in a cold, mechanical rhythm until Saoirse no longer moved. Miguel collapsed to the ground, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Everything was over.
Belle had fallen for someone else.
Saoirse had died by his hand.
The fantasy of two women loving one man had shattered completely.
2:07 pm
Time passed in silence until the warehouse doors were suddenly kicked open.
The police rushed in, forcefully pinning him to the ground.
He didn’t resist.
Like a puppet drained of soul, he let them drag him away.
Not long after, Armani and Giselle arrived.
At the sight of the blood-soaked corpse, Giselle screamed and passed out on the spot.
Miguel was shackled and thrown behind bars. Armani and Giselle insisted he pay with his life. Meanwhile, chaos erupted online as Miguel’s fans flooded the internet.
Some believed he had been framed, demanding the police reopen the case.
In prison, Miguel received a call from his father.
“Miguel, if you need the family’s-”
“No need,” Miguel cut him off.
“I have only one request. Before they carry out my death sentence, let me step outside just once.
“I want to see Belle one last time.”
