Sister Took My Face... But Not My Husband's Secrets

Chapter 10

Liam brought me back to the shed, carefully stitching my stomach closed, even mending the small stab wound in my heart.

He caressed my face, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "I didn't realize what your name, 'Sarah,' truly meant to you. From now on, you'll always be my Sarah."

"Take care of our children, and yourself, wherever you are."

Seeing him like this, my heart no longer hurt, it just felt unbearably heavy.

Liam turned the freezer back on, gently placing my body inside, leaving only my head exposed.

Then, he secured Nina to a board.

Terror filled her eyes. "What are you going to do? You can't do this, it's illegal!"

My parents, gagged and restrained, struggled violently as the guards held them in place, right in front of my body.

Liam found her words amusing. He ran his fingers over the tools, selecting a small silver hammer.

He stood beside Nina, a cruel smile creeping across his face. "Did you worry about the law when you killed Sarah?"

"Now, tell me, what hand did you use?"

Nina's eyes flicked to the tools beside her, and she burst into tears, pleading, "I'm sorry! Please, just send me to prison. I'll atone for what I did!"

Liam laughed coldly. "You think prison can make up for what you did to her?"

I stood beside him, wanting to say something, but the words never came.

Soon, the room was filled with the sickening sound of bones shattering, mixed with Nina's agonized screams.

Liam shattered one hand, bandaged it, and then moved on to the other.

I watched, numb, as he worked methodically through both of them.

At first, my parents cursed me, saying they regretted not drowning me when I was born. But eventually, the pain silenced them.

By dawn, the room had gone still.

Liam had the guards deliver the family and the evidence to the police, making sure they "made some friends" in prison.

Then, carrying my body, he stepped out of the shed.

In just a few minutes, the sun began to rise, casting a red glow across the horizon.

I was startled to realize my spirit was fading, slowly becoming transparent.

I could only watch as Liam walked away from the Dawson estate, holding my body and our children.

Before I fully vanished, I caught one last glimpse of him in the morning light, his figure bathed in the warmth of the sunrise.

It felt so comforting.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I shed a tear of peace.