The Womb They Stole Chapter 08
Julian’s POV
“Tell me!” Margaret’s voice shook. “Is this TRUE?!
Those men… the abortions… you FAKED being infertile?!”
Chloe looked at the documents scattered on the floor.
All color drained from her face.
She was silent for several seconds. Then she started laughing.
Wild, insane laughter.
“So WHAT?!” she shrieked. “YOU’RE the ones who
said Elsie should sacrifice herself for me! ”
She pointed at her parents. “YOU agreed to let Julian take her uterus! YOU made her give me blood! And now you’re acting all INNOCENT?!”
“You…” Margaret shook violently. “You MONSTER…”
“Monster?” Chloe laughed maniacally. “Who do you
think taught me?! My whole life, you said I was delicate, that everyone had to accommodate me, Now you’re calling her your daughter? You HYPOCRITES!”
“ENOUGH!” Richard broke down too. “We favored you, but we didn’t tell you to KILL her! Elsie was your
SISTER!”
“Sister?” Chloe’s eyes filled with venom. “What made HER so special? Why did SHE deserve anything?”
“All my life, everyone said she was perfect. Obedient.
Responsible.” Tears ran down Chloe’s face. “But I was the one you LOVED! I was the one Julian loved! She was nothing but a REPLACEMENT!”
“But she’s DEAD!” Chloe suddenly grabbed my clothes. “Julian, she’s GONE! She’s never coming back! I’m all you have ”
I shoved her away.
She hit the floor, staring up at me in shock.
“I’ve already called my lawyers.” My voice was flat.” Starting today, I’m pulling all investments from the Vance family, freezing your bank accounts, reclaiming all shares.”
“WHAT?!” Richard’s face went pale. “Julian! You CAN‘
T! That’s our entire fortune-”
“Everything Elsie suffered,” I looked down at them,” you’ll pay back a thousand times over.”
“As for Chloe…” I turned to her crumpled on the floor.
“You’ll spend every remaining day of your life in fear.
“Take her.”
Guards stepped forward. Chloe fought wildly. “NO!
Julian! You can’t! What about the BABY-”
“The baby?” I laughed coldly. “DNA results came back yesterday. He’s not mine.”
Chloe went white as a sheet.
“Get them all out.” I turned toward the stairs. “I never want to hear the name Vance again.”
One week later**
Psychiatric hospital.
“Mr. Thorne, the patient’s condition is… not good.” The doctor flipped through charts. “She screams every day. Says someone’s trying to take her uterus, pour ice water on her, whip her…”
In the isolation room, Chloe huddled in the corner, hair hanging in her face, eyes vacant.
When she saw me, she suddenly screamed and scrambled backward. “Don’t come NEAR me! Don’t take my uterus! Please…”
I stood outside the glass window, expressionless.
“She’s completely broken.” The doctor sighed. “She may never recover.”
“Good. Let her stay that way.” I turned to leave.
Behind me, Chloe’s agonized screams echoed down the hall.
Meanwhile, the Vance family collapsed entirely.
Their mansion was auctioned off. The company liquidated. Richard and Margaret ended up on the
streets. Within six months, both were dead from illness and despair.
Everyone had paid their price. Now it was my turn.
I locked myself in Elsie’s room. Didn’t eat. Didn’t drink.
Her photos were everywhere. Her clothes. Everything she’d touched. I held her teddy bear, reading that diary over and over.
*“As long as I can be with him, that’s enough…“*
The sedatives stopped working.
I started seeing things–Elsie in her blood–stained black dress, standing in the corner, watching me silently.
“I’m sorry… Elsie… I’m so sorry…” I knelt on the floor, tears streaming.
But she just stared at me with hollow eyes. Never said a word.
On a night of thunder and lightning, I sat on the bed with a knife in my hand.
The blade was cold, reflecting the lightning’s flash.
“Elsie…” I whispered. “Wait for me…”
I picked up the knife and looked one last time at Elsie‘s photo.
In the picture, she smiled so sweetly.
“This time, I won’t be late.”
The blade pierced my heart as thunder crashed.
I fell into the blood, but I was smiling.
Elsie, I’m coming…
**News Broadcast**
*“Medical tycoon Julian Thorne found dead at 32 in apparent suicide… Police discovered large quantities of sedatives and antidepressants at the scene…
Investigation ongoing…
Zurich, Switzerland.
A woman with short hair sat in a lakeside café, reading the newspaper.
When she saw Julian’s obituary, she closed the paper without expression.
She removed her sunglasses–it was Elsie. Alive.
For six months, she’d lived quietly. No one recognized her. No one bothered her.
Every day she walked by the lake, read in cafés, watched the stars from her balcony. The scars- physical and emotional–were slowly healing in this new life.
Outside the window, sunlight danced on the sparkling water.
She said quietly, “Goodbye, my hell.”
Then she stood and walked toward the bright sunshine.
THE END