His Toxic Love

Chapter 7 You Are The Only One Who Knows If I Am A Murderer

“You are the only one who knows if I am a murderer.” I looked directly at Grace, drawing strength from the baby growing inside me. “Grace, just because I've held back my anger doesn't mean I lack the courage to face death.” Lowering my gaze, I noticed Grace's tightly clenched hands—she, too, was not without fear.

After a moment, she said, “I'll arrange a place for you to hide from others now.” She rolled her eyes when I look up at her again.

After she left to make a phone call, the room fell silent again. I sat back on the sofa, took a deep breath, and slowly loosened my clenched fists. I was afraid of power and death. But I chose to be brave for my child.

Around 20 minutes later, Grace returned and left a note on the table, “I have found a safe place for both of you. Here is the address.”

I stood up and took the note, saying, “Thank you.” Grace asked, “Where is the thing I asked for?” I looked at her and took out a copy of the divorce agreement,  “This is a copy. Once I'm sure you're helping me not hurting me, I'll send you the original by express.”

Her expression changed instantly, clearly annoyed. She smiled and asked, “Amy, are you playing games with me?”

I answered, “Grace, after all these years as sisters, I know you well.” I could see a vicious glint in her beautiful eyes. I withheld the original divorce papers to protect myself better, but I couldn't provoke her, for I knew what kind of person she was.

The atmosphere turned tense, and I continued to explain, “I will send you the original copy in one month.”

Grace stared at me intently, and I took a deep breath, smiling, “Grace, Sebastian loves you deeply. He has been devoted to you for the past five years while you were abroad. The agreement won't pose any threat to you even it takes effect in one month.” Perhaps my words made Grace feel superior and confident again. She agreed to my terms.

I left the apartment with my luggage and was going to take a taxi to the hiding place Grace had provided. At that moment, I heard a familiar voice. Turning around, I saw Lucas walking toward me. He looked at me with a slight frown, “Amy, where are you going?”

With the obvious luggage, he wouldn’t believe me if I said I was going nowhere. “Lucas, what a coincidence.” I tried to act like normal and be polite.

But his gaze was intense, saying, “It’s not a coincidence, I followed you here.” His answer caught me off guard, and I struggled to find the right words.

Lucas came closer, and I sensed pity in his dark eyes. My heart raced and I heard him say, “I saw you and your husband last night.”

Embarrassment and anger washed over me at the thought of someone witnessing our private life. Throughout my marriage with Sebastian, even when I was being tortured by him, I had maintained an image of a perfect couple in front of others.

But now, facing Lucas, who had seen through me, I felt like I was naked. I didn't want him to see me like this, not at all. Without thinking, I turned around, took a step back, and hurried away from him, forgetting that there was a baby inside me.

I kicked something hard on the floor and stumbled forward. Instinctively, I protected my lower abdomen, praying silently for my baby's safety. But the anticipated pain didn't come. Instead, I heard a muffled groan in my ears. I opened my eyes, and saw that Lucas was beneath me like a cushion.

Stunned, I quickly got up and helped him stand up, “I'm sorry! Are you hurt? Let's go to the hospital.”