I Was His Pillow, Now I Leave Him

Chapter 4

Megan was born with a severe heart condition. It was because of this that after the Adkins went bankrupt, the two sisters were sent to the Dawsons, essentially to beg for a chance at survival.

Lillian cared deeply about her only remaining relative in the world. No matter how much grievance she suffered, she refused to let her sister know even a single detail, fearing that it would worsen her condition.

And Brandon... he knew all of this.

Lillian's hand, which was gripping Brandon's collar, tightened into a fist; the fury in her eyes looked as though it could swallow him whole.

Brandon frowned, not understanding what she meant. "Look, I get you're devastated about your sister, but I had the best doctors doing everything they could for her. Are you seriously blaming me for her death now?"

Lillian let out a bitter, tragic laugh and released her grip on him. "But if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have missed my chance to say goodbye, would I?"

The sheer hatred in her eyes sparked a flicker of anger in Brandon, along with a trace of regret so faint it was barely perceptible.

Lillian closed her eyes, and a sudden smile appeared on her numb face. "Brandon, my sister doesn't need your family's money to stay on life support anymore. So... can you just let me go?"

Hearing this, a chill hardened in Brandon's eyes. "Lillian, the only way out of a Dawson marriage is through a coffin. As long as I say so, you're stuck as my wife."

His wife? A wife in name only, one who couldn't even protect her own flesh and blood?

Lillian felt the fog around her grow heavier, weighing her down until she felt so incredibly tired.

Was it truly only through death that she could leave him?

Suddenly, Emilia's voice calling for Brandon came from outside the door. His expression brightened visibly as he said, "Look, just get some rest and stop obsessing over all this pointless drama."

Lillian seemed to have truly lost her mind.

Overnight, she had a coffin made and placed it prominently right in the center of the living room.

In the funeral portrait, Megan's smile was as bright as a flower, facing the main entrance.

When Brandon returned from outside with Emilia, this was the exact scene they walked into.

Emilia gasped in fright. She had been pampered and sheltered by Brandon ever since her own family went bankrupt. She had never witnessed such a macabre sight.

Lillian just stood to the side, watching them with a faint, mocking smile.

Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze and realizing she had shown weakness, Emilia knitted her brows. "Brandon, what's actually wrong with your wife? Who does she think she's scaring in the middle of the night?"

Noticing that although her words were sharp, her face had turned slightly pale, Brandon quickly pulled her into his arms to comfort her.

Turning his head to look at Lillian, his voice carried a piercing chill. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Have you completely lost your mind?"

He turned to the staff and snapped, "Get this trash out of here right now! Don't let this nonsense stress Emilia out while she's pregnant."

"Don't you dare touch it!" Lillian screamed, completely breaking her usual quiet demeanor.

"You're the one who said I'm stuck as the Dawson family's wife. So as the wife, it's completely normal for me to hold a wake for my sister in my own house, right?" Clad entirely in white, her expression was ghostly and detached.

"Lillian! You're crossing the line!" Brandon's face turned dark with rage, and the surrounding staff were so terrified they didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

"Crossing the line? So what if I am?!" Lillian laughed out loud. She had always been gentle, submissive, and dutiful in front of him. This was the first time Brandon had ever seen such a laugh on her face.

"You pushed me into a corner, and you killed my sister. What do I have left to care about?"

Emilia chimed in from the side, rubbing her stomach. "Look, I know you're mad that I moved in here, but you don't need to weaponize your sister's death just to put on a show. It's one thing to throw a tantrum, but what if all this negativity affects my baby?"

Lillian sneered in response. "If you lose the baby just from seeing this, then it clearly wasn't meant to be born anyway!"

"Enough!" Brandon erupted in anger, stepping forward to seize her wrist. "I was trying to cut you some slack because you're grieving, but you keep taking shots at Emilia and now you're literally cursing our kid."

"Do you really think I won't hurt you?" A trace of murderous intent surfaced in Brandon's eyes.

He pinned Lillian down to restrain her, then turned to Emilia, letting her vent her anger.

Emilia did not hold back. Refusing to let the staff handle it, she stepped forward herself and smashed Megan's funeral portrait to pieces.

Then, picking up a hammer, she began striking the coffin violently, over and over again.

Splinters flew and struck Lillian's face, leaving a bloody scratch across her skin.

And with that, the last shred of her sanity snapped.