He Dug Me From Rubble Too Late Novel by KaelRaven _ Novel



He Dug Me From Rubble Too Late Novel by KaelRaven _ Novel

He Dug Me From Rubble Too Late Chapter 01

Before I took my own life, clutching my baby's ashes, I did three things.
First, I finally gave in and agreed to adopt the child my husband had with that college girl.
Second, I arranged my own funeral services, bought the plot right next to my baby's grave, and made sure I'd be buried with him—no one else.
Third, I filled the bathtub with water and lay down in it.
Then I slit my pale wrists open, ready to go meet my lost child.
"Baby, Mommy's finally coming to see you..."
My CEO husband had no idea that when someone with depression stops crying and fighting, it's just the calm before the end.
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Lorena Payne had been married to Fredrick Holloway for ten long years.
In the first year of their marriage, she had lost her six-month-old unborn child—and her uterus—all to save Fredrick's life.
The depression that followed was so crushing that she climbed into a coffin to end her life. Fredrick pulled her out, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed, "Lena, I don't need children. You're all I need and my everything. I love you. Please, stay alive for me!"
In the tenth year of their marriage, Fredrick had a child with someone else.
He told her, "Lorena, the Holloway family is a great dynasty. I've stayed by your side for ten years; it's time I have an heir."
Lorena understood then: the promise he made back then was just empty words now. Finally, she could let go and find her way back to her lost baby.
When Fredrick returned home, he found a full spread of food Lorena had prepared for him.
His expression softened slightly. "It seems you've finally come to your senses about me having a child with Debbie."
He was referring to Deborah Wright, his mistress.
Lorena said nothing. She waited until he had finished his meal before speaking softly, "Rick, where is my baby buried?"
The air in the dining room seemed to plunge to freezing.
Fredrick wiped his tense palms with a damp napkin. "It's been ten years since the child died, for God's sake. Why can't you move on? Why can't you just let it go?"
A sharp pang shot through Lorena's heart, and her hands clenched instinctively.
How could she ever let go?
Back then, after the baby was cut from her body in the operating room, he had arranged the burial behind her back. Ten years had passed, and she had never even seen the grave.
Before she could catch her breath, Fredrick handed her an ultrasound report. "Debbie is young and healthy; all the measurements are perfect. You used to be a nurse; you knew what that meant, right?
"This child will call you Mom in the future." His tone was so calm it made her angry. "Just like your own baby."
She felt so angry at how selfish he was.
She remembered those early months of pregnancy—how she'd stared at every ultrasound, heart bursting with joy as she watched her baby grow, little by little.
Only, her child stopped growing at six months...
Holding back the pain in her chest, Lorena whispered, "Rick, you're going to be a father. You must be so happy. These ten years—I've been holding you back."
Frederick's expression faltered.
She looked up with a smile and, with trembling hands, handed him a set of divorce papers. "Let's get a divorce.
"I only have one child, and I only want to be his mother. I wish the three of you a lifetime of happiness."
Fredrick's face darkened. He snatched the papers and tore them to shreds.
"Lorena, you're at it again? I've been far too lenient. If you can't value what you've been given, then perhaps you should experience life without it."
He grabbed her and dragged her to a VIP maternity ward of the hospital.
Inside stayed the pregnant Deborah.
Fredrick commanded, "From today until the day the child is safely born, you will stay here and serve Debbie. Do that, or I will never tell you where our son is buried."
The coldness of his words left Lorena's face pale as a sheet. Her lips quivered, but she didn't utter a word.
Fredrick knew exactly where her weakness lay.
So, Lorena became the dutiful servant. She fetched water, carefully washed Deborah's face and feet, handled every meal, and tended to her every need.
When Fredrick pulled Deborah into his arms, Lorena looked away.
Only when she caught, from the corner of her eye, that they were about to kiss, did she quietly quietly left the room, leaning alone against the cold bench in the corridor.
Winter in New York was freezing cold; even the afternoon breeze made her shiver.
Lorena listened as the laughter inside the room turned soft and rhythmic. Eventually, she heard the woman's loud, fake moans on purpose...
A sudden pain seized her chest, tight and suffocating.
With trembling fingers, Lorena reached into her bag for her paroxetine—her antidepressant.
Just as she popped a pill out of the foil, the door swung open.
Then, with a sharp smack, Fredrick slapped the pill out of her hand, sending it skittering across the floor.

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