CH 62.2

The dream ended there. Her death was lonely and heartbreaking.

“No!”

At that moment, Anne shuddered and awoke from her dream. Her whole body was covered in cold sweat, her hair stuck to her cheeks in strands down to her collarbone, and her face was a mess of flowing tears.

Anne blinked her eyes blankly for a moment. Then she slowly lowered her gaze to her stomach, recalling the sensation of her hand caressing her swollen stomach. Her vividly swollen belly was only flat now.

There must have been a child in her stomach who she talked to everyday… Where did it go?

It was strange. She could no longer hear the heartbeat that was not hers.

Anne sluggishly rolled her eyes and looked around. The clothes she was making for the child were nowhere to be seen…

Her expression became more and more contorted. It was a memory from her previous life, but not from her current one.

However, it seeped into her head as if she had experienced it herself. Suddenly, the sense of loss enveloped her, and her pounding heart beat painfully.

“Daymond killed me…”

Soon, tears blocked her vision.

“He even killed my child.”

Looking at the dim room, Anne buried her face in her blanket. Her sobbing groans transformed into sobs.

“Huuuh… Hu… huuuh…”

From a certain moment on, the uncontrollable emotions engulfed her. Caught in the shock of her past life, desperate cries broke out.

“I don’t even know… huhuuu…”

Anne, who had been determined with a cold heart and reason, eventually collapsed. Her beautiful face twisted into a grimace, and the howl of a beast flowed as if a burst of rage had burned her throat.

She felt like an idiot for not protecting her child. She didn’t know anything and she came back by this man’s side again and again. She even had feelings of love for that man.

Despair stifled her throat, and a choking scream came out. Anne sobbed like a madwoman, tearing at her clothes as if to rip her heart out, and scratching her chest with her nails as if to vent her boiling anger.

Anne, who cried for a long time, lifted her head in tears. The feeling of betrayal made her tremble, and something flashed through her mind for a moment.

Has Daymond been reincarnated too?

What a twist of fate. It was hard to believe that she was born at the same time as Daymond. In addition, the fiance in her dreams, who accepted his fiance who returned pregnant with pity, was now Salton. The probability that the three people could be reincarnated at the same time is extremely rare.

It was only then that Anne remembered that Salton, whom she had met at Robert’s succession ceremony, had said something incomprehensible.

“He said he knew something I didn’t know. He recalled his past life too.”

On second thought, nothing was certain. But why did she and Salton suddenly recall their previous lives? Then Daymond…

Thinking that far, Anne’s face turned white. There was one thing to point out. At the masquerade, he said something incomprehensible.

These eyes that don’t look at me, this nose . . . And the lips… It was a pity, he was right.

Her body felt chilled. Even if she thought hard about it, the reason for bringing her into this place through the marriage trick was unclear. But the unsolved puzzle was finally solved.

He remembered his previous life from the beginning.

It wasn’t enough that he killed her? She didn’t know why he brought her back again, but one thing was certain from what he did to her. Her existence must have been just as irritating. It was as if the fog had completely filled her mind, which was full of questions that had been cleared.

“Daymond.”

The white sheets in her hand were crumpled into a mess. Grabbing the crumpled blanket, Anne pulled her knees together and buried her face.

His emotionless red eyes, which looked down at her until the very end, could not be erased from her mind.

Even if he killed her, killing a child was unacceptable. She could never forgive herself for having even the slightest affection for a man who killed an innocent child. There was only a foolish woman who allowed her heart to say that because he saved her life once.

As she wiped away the tears from her hands, the clear blue eyes lost their sense and became cloudy. Her eyes, which had rummaged through the chest of drawers, stopped at a sharp metal object. Scissors.

Anne picked it up without hesitation.

The ends of the heavy scissors were sharp and pointed. Anne held it, put her hand behind her waist to hide it.

It was a dark dawn with no moonlight. Squeak. The ghastly noise of the door rang sharply across the silent hallway. The sound of the door, which she had heard numerous times during the day, gave her a different impression at night. The corridor she looked out was as dark as her heart.

I will kill him, then I will die too.

With her memories back, all she had left was revenge.

Without a shawl, Anne walked slowly through the dimly lit hallway. Her skirt trailed along and the floor creaked, but none of the noise reached her ears.