Chapter 5

My lips curved into a mocking smile. In a voice so calm it betrayed no emotion, I uttered, "Dead. While you were busy saving Madeline, it died." This was the second time I had lost our child. I was far calmer than I had been in my previous life. It was also our first encounter since I'd been given a second chance at life. My gaze on Henry was frigid, devoid of the affection that had once lasted seven years. All that remained was deep hatred. The images of being cut apart by him in my past life replayed in my mind. Beneath the blanket, my nails dug into my palm. I forced myself to stay composed, refusing to lose control in front of him. Henry knew exactly how much I had loved and cherished our child. So when he heard what I said, his first reaction was disbelief, followed swiftly by anger. "What kind of sick joke is that? Are you still not done with your act?" Sensing something was off, he stepped back and glanced at the room number outside. Then he returned, demanding, "Aren't