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I saw Nick again three months later, in a stark, freezing visitation room. The bitter cold reminded me too much of the night he’d killed me
Nick was a ghost of himself–huddled in the corner in his prison clothes, a far cry from the confident businessman he’d once been.
It hadn’t needed to come to this. Mr. Holt, beyond disappointed, refused to see him even on his deathbed. Despite top medical care, he’d only lived an additional three months.
Hearing my footsteps, Nick looked up, a flicker of hope in his eyes. He tried to take my hand when I entered, but I pulled back, letting his hand
hover, empty.
“You still won’t forgive me,” he murmured, eyes downcast.
I let out a harsh laugh.
“Mila, we were both given a second chance. Can’t we start over?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied coolly. “If there’s any reason we’re both back here, It’s to settle old scores.”
Nick’s gaze turned desperate.
“Nick, have you ever wondered why I never had children with you?”
His eyes dropped to my abdomen, understanding dawning.
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“From the day we were married, I made sure it wouldn’t happen.”
He looked crushed, but it hadn’t been out of spite. I’d seen the man Nick was–why would I bring a child into that?
“But we did have a child, once.” His eyes widened, “I was three months pregnant when you killed me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why would I bring a child into the world for someone like you?”
Nick’s face went ashen with pain.
“Honestly, I almost worried you wouldn’t come back,” I said, steady as steel. “I was afraid you’d think you’d lost unfairly.”
He stared, stricken, as I turned away.
“These are all debts you owed me, Nick…
