I Saved Him, Then Watched Him FallChapter 1
Halle's POV
I’m the eighteenth-generation guardian of our family’s ancestral graves. One night, by pure accident, I saved a man who had been buried alive.
That man was Alexis Stanley, a man from Washington DC. With my help, he faked his death and escaped. Then, he returned to the city to wipe out his enemies.
Later, he came back with one million dollars and married me.
However, five years passed, his ex-wife came back—Janice Brewer. She had divorced and returned from abroad for medical treatment as her condition required a placenta.
Without a second thought, Alexis forced me—seven months pregnant—to undergo a C-section just for that.
As a result, our child didn’t survive and I was so devastated about it.
Despite that, Alexis’s face remained cold.
“If you hadn’t stopped me from going back to the capital all those years ago, Janice wouldn’t have been forced into another marriage and wouldn’t be sick now.”
“Halle, you owe this to her, so the child had to be sacrificed.”
But Janice wasn’t done.
She also had her eye on my family's land — the graveyard we’ve protected for generations.
“Alexis,” she said sweetly, “the spiritual healer told me I need a peaceful site to heal. I think Miss Halle’s old family cemetery would be perfect.”
And so, Alexis sent men to dig up our ancestral tombs.
Sixty-eight skeletons — my bloodline, my people — were dumped into a wasteland. Our family’s gravestones were smashed and used as construction rubble.
At that moment, whatever shred of love I had left for Alexis was also buried with them.
What they never knew was that the grave keepers in our family never guarded the dead.
But those who accidentally wandered into the graveyard and couldn't get out.
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At the airport, I was preparing to board a flight to Arlington to reclaim the remains that had been treated like garbage.
I stared at a photo on my phone — scattered white bones lying in the dirt. Looking at it, tears formed in my eyes.
My assistant, Maggie Fraley, wiped her tears silently.
“Madam… how could Mr. Stanley change like this? These were your family. Even if he wanted the land, the least he could’ve done was bury them with some dignity.”
“You just lost your child. You haven’t even recovered. How could he keep putting you through this? How could he be so cruel?”