Love Unspoken

Wayne tried to persuade Dorothy, but he opened his mouth and remained unable to utter a single word for a long time.

His breathing quickened, feeling increasingly suffocated. At that moment, he collapsed onto the sofa like a fish out of water, gasping desperately for air. However, all that escaped his lips was a pained syllable. At the sound of his groan, Dorothy's expression turned even more deranged. She retrieved a sharp dagger from beneath the table and sat affectionately beside Wayne.

Dorothy said, "Wayne, you don't think I'd let you die that easily, do you?"

Her sinister words reached Wayne's ears, his pupils dilating in terror as he looked at Dorothy.

He struggled to extend his hand, attempting to grasp Dorothy's neck.

Just then, Dorothy slashed his palm with the dagger, causing Wayne to let out a muffled groan of pain as blood trickled down his hand.

Dorothy held the bloodied dagger, the tip of the blade gently gliding across Wayne's face. "Don't worry, I'll ensure your death is excruciatingly miserable. I'll make sure you see exactly how I'm going to do it..." Wayne's eyes bulged, unable to breathe, his mouth emitting gasps that revealed his immense suffering.

"Not only that, I will dismember you so thoroughly that no one will be able to find you. And even if they do, they won't be able to piece together a complete body. I've heard that if a person isn't whole after death, they can't go to heaven. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be human; you should stay obediently in hell," Dorothy menacingly declared. Her spine-chilling laugh as she spoke made Wayne feel even more terrified.

Dorothy expressed, "Experience the despair of witnessing your dismemberment, then you'll grasp the depth of Valerie's pain. Only by enduring what she did will you empathize and comprehend my current agony."

As Dorothy spoke, images of her daughter's torment before her passing flooded her mind. The weight of her anguish at the time of her death weighed heavily on Dorothy's thoughts.

How she wished someone had saved her.

Tears streamed down Dorothy's face as she gripped the dagger and stabbed it fiercely into Wayne's hand.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Veins bulged on Wayne's forehead, his eyes bloodshot and filled with blood. He opened his mouth in agony, but only the sound of despair escaped.

Wayne could never have imagined that a fleeting moment of vulnerability would bring about his untimely end.

Even more shocking was the realization that his life would end at Dorothy's hands.

Whether it was from pain or despair, a tear trickled down from the corner of Wayne's eye.

His hand gripped the sofa cushion tightly, veins protruding on the back of his trembling hand.

However, a minute later, his grip on the cushion slackened, and his hand dropped lifelessly to his side.

Meanwhile, at the Kennedy Residence.

Kaitlyn, enjoying a moment of relaxation on the sofa during her midday break, was suddenly awakened by the loud cries of a baby.

Her eyes flew open, and she sat up quickly. She turned her head towards the sound and discovered Peanut, her grandson, crying inconsolably in his cradle.

A wave of tenderness washed over Kaitlyn. She quickly scooped up the child, gently patting his tiny back.

Kaitlyn asked, "My precious little one, what's the matter? Why did your laughter turn to tears so suddenly?" The nanny from across the room also rushed over, swiftly checking Peanut's diaper. She gently informed Kaitlyn, "Madam, the young master has wet his diaper. I'll change it for him."

"Alright," Kaitlyn replied, handing the still-crying child to the nanny.

The baby's cries continued unabated, each wail tearing through the serenity of the room.

Though it wasn't the first time, Peanut's cries today inexplicably irritated Kaitlyn, making her restless.

Kaitlyn stood up and walked outside the villa, hoping to get some fresh air.

But the cold air in the yard made her shiver, and her anxiety only grew, not knowing what was wrong.

The nanny changed the baby's diaper and fed him milk, but he still cried.

He wouldn't drink the milk, and it felt like before when nothing could soothe him.

Kaitlyn, after getting some air outside, heard the baby still crying and felt even more agitated.

Kaitlyn briskly walked back into the room, approaching the nanny. With a concerned tone, she asked, "What's the matter?"