Chapter 4 I Hope She Dies

The car shook violently on the dark roads in the suburbs. A woman screamed inside the car, but no one heard her... "Hunter, I love you so much, but you can't see it. Instead, you love that evil woman! Are you blind?!" Why would Hunter believe Emlyn? The love she was talking about was just her seeking revenge on Eve! The real evil woman was Emlyn! He thrust even harder to punish her when he thought of that. He said, "It's not up to you to tell me who I love!" Emlyn gritted her teeth and bore down on the man's madness. A phone rang. It was Hunter's. The name on the screen indicated that it was Boris Young calling. Hunter was still on top of Emlyn when he picked up the call. A middle-aged man could be heard crying, "Hunter! Hunter! Eve is committing suicide. She wants to see you one last time!" This was the first time Hunter had ever left before satisfying his sexual needs. The car sped along the road back to the city. Emlyn fiddled with her fingers and said, "Eve might not die but we might get into a traffic accident. We might even become a pair of ghost lovers." Hunter saw the smirk on Emlyn's face. Had the woman achieved her goals? Her younger sister was about to die. Was her revenge over? "Shut up!" "Are you worried? Afraid? Are you afraid that you will never see her ever again?" "Emlyn, you're so cold-blooded! She's your younger sister." "My mother only had one daughter. Where did this younger sister come from?" Emlyn knew very well that Eve would not really commit suicide. Eve was a scheming person and was even willing to send the man she loved into the bed of another woman. Was there anything else that she wouldn't do? She still wanted Hunter after all. She was pretending to commit suicide just to force Hunter to divorce Emlyn. Emlyn did not go to the hospital. Hunter went alone. Hunter did not return home for three days. However, Emlyn vomited non-stop for those three days. She vomited so much that her mouth tasted bitter and her throat swelled up. She could only go to the hospital for treatment. In the end, it was confirmed that she was pregnant with twins. Twins! God was playing a huge joke on her. She and Hunter did not get along at all. Was a pregnancy really something to celebrate? Emlyn gripped the test results tightly and paced around in the hospital's corridor, not knowing where to go. Her heart soared and sank and her mind was filled with doubts such as 'What should I do?' and 'How did this happen?' She went to look for another gynecologist to read her test results. There was a pile of patient files beside the doctor's arms. She did not even look up as she said, "You're pregnant. Do you want to keep the children? If not, you should get rid of them as soon as possible. If they get bigger, you will suffer more when you get rid of them." Emlyn was shocked when she heard the words 'get rid of them'. She fled the room as if she had seen a ghost and ran out of the hospital. Then, she sat down on the stone steps outside, covered her face with her hands, and started to cry. If the twins were there to compensate her for all she had experienced in the past two years, then she wanted to leave everything behind and continue living well. After taking a long time to calm down, she took out her phone and called Hunter. She said, "Hunter, come home for dinner today. I have something to tell you." "She hasn't recovered yet." "I have something more important to tell you." "Handle it yourself." "I'll wait for you. If you don't come, I will go to the hospital and pull out Eve's oxygen tube!" Emlyn said angrily and hung up. She made three dishes and a soup that night. They had been married for two years but had never had dinner together. They would have to behave like a family when they had children in the future. The dishes had only just been placed on the table and were still piping hot when the sounds of the digital door lock being unlocked could be heard. Emlyn ran to open the door and smiled at the man outside. However, Hunter's handsome face was filled with exhaustion and coldness. Hunter's tall and broad figure swept past Emlyn. He smelt like the disinfectant used in hospitals. He said as he walked upstairs, "I'm going to take a shower and will go to the hospital afterward. I will come and pick you up tomorrow to pick up our divorce certificate." The tasty dishes became an accompaniment for the icy cold topic. Emlyn stood downstairs wearing slippers and a pale pinkish grey ruffled apron. She had become thin over the past few days and seemed even more slender than usual. Her eyes looked bigger as she stared at the stairs. She waited. Hunter showered and changed before heading downstairs. When he walked past her, she grabbed his arm and said, "Stay home tonight. I have something to talk to you about. There are carers in the hospital." "She can't be without me now." "I can't be without you either." Hunter pulled Emlyn's hand away somewhat forcefully and said, "Emlyn, you have never wanted to die for me." Emlyn clenched her toes in pain and her eyes grew teary. However, she smiled. Did he want her to die so much?