Chapter 8
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Meanwhile, the Ferguson family took Zeke and Xyla to the museum.
Desmond called in a favor and got in touch with the museum director beforehand. He promised they’d be gone before sunrise. Only then did the director agree to let them in.
Originally, Zeke was the only one who needed to stay overnight.
But Rebecca, worried something might happen, insisted Xyla stay to look after him.
Zeke stayed on his knees in front of the princess‘ remains as instructed, repeating apologies for what his ancestors had done.
After a while, his throat went dry, and he couldn’t get up.
“Xyla, I need water. Can you grab me a bottle?”
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Xyla was already lying on the mat, closing her eyes to rest. As soon as she heard Zeke’s voice, she pulled the blanket around her tighter.
“Zeke, I’m freaked out. Go get the water yourself. I’m expecting, remember? Dead bodies give off bad vibes. That can’t be good for the baby.”
Seeing how indifferent she was, Zeke suddenly felt a wave of regret hit him.
If he hadn’t been so set on marrying Xyla, I would’ve lifted that curse from him long ago.
He also wouldn’t have to drag his weak body to his knees in front of a corpse and apologize repeatedly in the middle of the night.
If he’d married me, he wouldn’t be stuck in this nightmare.
Right then, memories from his previous life flashed through his mind.
After our wedding night, I made him breakfast. He looked at the food, shoved it off his plate to the dog, and mocked
- me.
“Do you think sucking up to me will make me like you? I’ll never love you.
Then, he had his bodyguard force birth control pills down my throat.
“Whitney, no one gets to carry my child but Xyla.”
I had a bad reaction to the birth control pills, so I ended up collapsing and foaming at the mouth.
He didn’t even flinch and stepped over me like nothing happened. He even told the maids not to help or call for a hos-
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pital.
Before walking off, he shot me a fierce look.
“Quit faking it, Whitney. If you’re that brave, just die right here.”
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That night, when he got home and found out I’d been rushed to the hospital, he didn’t feel bad at all. Instead, he thought everyone was just trying to help me out on purpose.
After I was discharged, I went back home, hoping for a little kindness. But instead, I saw him and Xyla being intimate on our bed.
That was my breaking point. I went straight to file for divorce.
“Zeke, I’ve helped you break the curse. Let’s just end this peacefully,” I told him.
But he wrapped his arm around Xyla, looked at me, and sneered.
“Whitney, are you seriously still pretending? That curse was just a rumor. Do you truly think you saved me?
“You don’t get to walk in and out of the Ferguson family whenever you want.”
Later on, Xyla committed suicide.
When he read her suicide letter, something snapped. He completely lost it and set me on fire, burning me to death.
It wasn’t until everything was over that he finally realized he’d been wrong all along.
I sacrificed my happiness to save him, but he killed me.
As the truth hit him, he started crying.
“Whitney… I’m sorry. I know I was wrong…”
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