Zac sighed as he tried to intervene. "Samara doesn't strike me as someone who would joke like this," he said. "Maybe there's been a misunderstanding? You've been away for a while. Why not head home and sort things out?"
Jayden scoffed. "Huh! What's there to misunderstand? This is a threat! Her sending this over is a clear threat to have my child aborted!"
My husband sneered. "She's a liar," he spat. "She'd make up anything to avoid all blame, even children!"
"Even if she is pregnant, I will never let her have it. Someone like her doesn't even deserve children!"
"I feel so sick every time I see her face! Now, we need to focus on the victim. We need more clues, an identified body, and a closed case. As quick as possible."
I hovered in the air, tears flowing down my face as his words were like a knife in my invisible heart. Apparently… in his eyes, I was not even worthy of carrying his child.
Who was, then? His perfect past love?
Perhaps, he recalled the moment I told him that I was pregnant. My husband shoved the doll into the nearest trash can.
He then took out his phone and pulled my number out of his blacklist. His voice dripped with ice as he spoke, "Now you’re threatening me with a fake fetus? That only makes you a monster in my eyes.
“You better stop being a crazy liar! Even if you’re dead, you won't get my attention."
But I was already dead...
…and I never lied.
That broken corpse ... was me.
Part 3
My husband joined the detectives from the criminal investigation team in a huddle. The whiteboard displayed pictures of my body, along with notes about what they found. Important details were circled.
"The DNA test results are in," one officer announced. "It doesn’t match any criminal’s identity. This woman clearly doesn't have a criminal record."
"We also checked missing persons reports, but no pregnant women are matching her age and description."
An officer furrowed his brow, finding it odd. "The victim has been missing for a couple of days. Why wouldn't anyone report a pregnant woman missing?”
"Didn't she have any family?"
My husband clicked his pen, circling the word ‘child’ on the whiteboard.
"We can't identify her yet," he said. "But if we can find the baby the murderer cut open and run a DNA test, the results might lead us to the father and then to her identity."