Chapter 1
"Ah! Please help me! It hurts so much!"
Amidst the agonizing cries for help, a crowd gathered, swelling in number.
Sherilyn Gomez stood frozen at the top of the staircase on the second floor, her gaze shifting from
the tumbling figure of Caroline Bet below to her hands, utterly bewildered.
"How did this happen?" she murmured.
Why did Caroline suddenly fall?
"What''s going on here?" someone asked.
It was the Johnson family''s annual feast, attended by numerous guests. The arriving crowd
encircled Caroline, whoy at the bottom of the stairs.
"What happened? How did she fall?"
"She, she..." Despite her pain, Caroline looked up toward the top of the stairs. It suddenly dawned
on everyone.
"Sherilyn pushed her!"
"Oh my God! Sherilyn, no matter how much you dislike Caroline, you can''t go this far! She''s
pregnant, for heaven''s sake!"
"Exactly! That''s too much."
"No, no..." Faced with the usations, Sherilyn went pale as she shook her head vigorously.
She wanted to exin that she hadn''t pushed Caroline. But no one was willing to listen.
"Move aside!" A deep, authoritative voice sliced through the crowd, arriving a bitte.
It was Gilbert Johnson, Sherilyn''s husband of barely two months.
"Gilbert..." Sherilyn brightened up, hoping for his support.
However, Gilbert looked up sharply, his gaze as piercing as a knife,nding squarely on her. "What
have you done?"
"No!" Sherilyn flinched, shaking her head. "It wasn''t me..."
"If not you, then who?" Gilbert didn''t buy it, and his good-looking face scrunched up in disgust and
hate. "You think Caroline jumped by herself, huh? Do you think nobody knows you''ve been picking
on her all this time? Do I need to list them all out for you?"
Gilbert''s harsh and unloving tone left Sherilyn speechless, unable to speak.
"Ah..." In agony, Caroline clutched her stomach, leaning into Gilbert''s embrace, her voice barely a
whisper, "Gilbert, it hurts. It hurts so much!"
"Caroline, what''s wrong?" Then, Sylvia Johnson, the family’s matriarch, also arrived. "What
happened here?"
"Ah! There''s blood!" Suddenly, someone screamed. "She''s bleeding."
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Beneath Caroline, a pool of red began to spread, growingrger andrger.
"Gilbert!" Caroline, terrified, clung to Gilbert, sobbing, "My baby, my baby..."
"Don''t be afraid." Even as he said it, Gilbert''s face was ashen, panic setting in. "We must head to
the hospital now!"
He lifted Caroline in his arms, and with a fierce re at Sherilyn, he warned, “You’d better pray the
child is okay. Otherwise, I...”
Without finishing his words, Gilbert turned and left.
The most important thing then was Caroline and her baby.
Sylvia nced at Sherilyn, frowning and shaking her head, words failing her, "Sherilyn, you... you..."
"Sylvia..." Sherilyn barely opened her mouth when Sylvia turned away and left.
Suddenly, the guests dispersed. No one cared about Sherilyn.
Sherilyn wandered back to her room in a daze, waiting for Gilbert to return. She hadn''t pushed
Caroline, and she needed to make him understand.
Time ticked away, and the night deepened, but Gilbert never returned.
Just before dawn, there was a noise downstairs.
"Gilbert!" Sherilyn leaped from the couch and rushed out of her room. But she stopped dead at the
top of the stairs.
"Grandma, I want a divorce." Gilbert''s voice was icy, cold, and determined.
"Come back here!" Sylvia grabbed Gilbert, her voice low and stern.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I promised Sherilyn''s grandmother I''d look after her. You''ve
only been married a short while. And now, you want a divorce? She''s barely twenty. Do you want to
kill her?"
"Me, kill her? Huh, funny!" Gilbert gave a bitterugh, his eyes shing coldly.
"Grandma, Caroline lost the baby. That was Fran''s child! And yet, Sherilyn is all good! Who is killing
whom now?"