Chapter 4
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Scarlett's POV:
"Did you plan this with Scarlett? Get the hell out of here right now." Lilian snarled as she waved off the cemetery administrator.
The administrator stormed off, still muttering under his breath. "Insane people. Digging up a child's grave—aren't they afraid of divine punishment?"
Warren heard every word. His face turned deathly pale as he stared at me, his body trembling.
"Scarlett… this isn't true, right? Tell me it isn't true."
I looked back at him, my expression completely blank, as if all emotion had already been burned away.
"You're going to rot in hell," I said coldly.
At that moment, a group of men in black emerged from the shadows and quickly surrounded us, cutting off every escape.
The leader noticed the blood at the corner of my lips. His eyes sharpened instantly, turning cold and lethal.
Without hesitation, he drove his fist straight into Warren's jaw with a sickening c***k.
"You've got a death wish," the man said flatly.
"Who the hell are you?" Warren staggered back, stunned from the blow.
But the man ignored him completely. He simply lifted me into his arms and turned to leave.
Before walking away, he ordered his men over his shoulder, "Teach those two bastards how to behave."
I ignored Warren's heart-wrenching screams behind me and buried my face into the man's shoulder, shutting out the world.
This was his doing, I thought bitterly. And mine too.
If I hadn't been so stubborn back then, so determined to stay with Warren, my daughter and I would never have ended up like this—broken beyond repair.
The man holding me seemed to feel the deep despair radiating from me. In a calm voice, he said, "It's not too late. Mila has only left this world. In another place, she'll be happy, I promise."
Yes. My Mila was gentle and kind. She would be okay.
When I woke up, I found myself in Trevor Morgan's home. As always, everything was spotless. He never changed.
Seeing me awake, he gave a faint smile and placed a tray of food on the table. "Eat. It's ready."
The smell was familiar, reminding me of when we were children, and Trevor often cooked for me.
Back then, he was afraid he would be abandoned again, so he tried every way he could to please me, and I always felt sorry for that lonely boy with no parents.
My father had found Trevor by the roadside when he was a child, and after that, the adoption was formalized, and he became part of our family.
When I said I wanted to marry Warren, Trevor objected strongly. "Scarlett, do you really have to ruin your life for a man like that?"
But I was completely blinded back then, and nothing could stop me from choosing Warren. After that, Trevor stopped speaking to me for years.
Before my wedding, he sent me a single message.
Trevor: If anyone dares touch you, I'll kill them.
At the time, I thought it was excessive, almost ridiculous—who would ever hurt me? I thought I was the happiest woman alive.
I never imagined the person who would destroy me would be the man I trusted most.
"Thank you, Trevor," I whispered, tears falling as I ate in silence.
He didn't respond, but anger radiated from him in waves. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides.
After a long silence, he set down his utensils and said in a low, cold voice, "Mila is dead. Warren and Lilian won't get to keep breathing."
"Mm," I replied quietly.
After breakfast, I went upstairs to rest.
Trevor had already taken care of everything. Mila's ashes had been collected and placed in a quiet resting place.
"She always liked peace and quiet," he said softly.
He was right. Even I, her own mother, had forgotten that, but he remembered. What a failure I was.
Seeing my eyes fill with tears again, Trevor pulled me into his arms without hesitation.
"This is my fault," he said quietly. "If I had just held my ground, none of this would've happened..."
His voice broke slightly, guilt heavy in his eyes, and that's when an old memory resurfaced.
Trevor had always protected me. For every mistake I made, he took responsibility without hesitation.
And even after all these years, he was still the same—standing in front of me, taking the blame as if nothing had changed.
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