He Loved Me Only after My Heart No Longer for Him Novel – On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband treated Anya Hemsworth to dinner. Our five-year-old son asked for the first course. She suddenly cried. “Sister, I know you’ve never liked me, but today is my birthday. How could you let a child humiliate me?” My husband became furious and threw our son into the pigpen. I knelt, admitted my mistake and begged him to spare our son.
I promised I would never act recklessly again, only asking him to let our child live. He ordered his bodyguards to hold me down and sneered. “Your precious son, whom you raised, has no manners. Since he likes to fight for food so much, let him fight with the pigs.” I was forcibly injected with sleeping pills and when I woke three days later, I learned the starving pigs had eaten my son. I collapsed in the rain, crying, clutching his severed finger. Nearby, my husband held Anya by the waist, lighting a sky lantern for her and taking photos of her favorite things.
Broken and hopeless, I took out my phone and called my husband’s sister. “Sophie Taylor, the family has no heir now. I’ve repaid my debt. Please let me go.” “Sophie, did Henry bully you again? And what do you mean the Taylor Family has no descendants? Isn’t Andrew…” “Sophie, Andrew is dead,” I cut her off. “Henry locked him in a pigpen for three days and nights and starving pigs ate him.” I stared at the tombstone in front of me and gently touched the photo in black and white. “Sophie, I gave everything for this child, but in the end, it couldn’t stop Henry’s canary from speaking a single word.” “Let me go.
Four years ago, the doctor said Henry could never have children. I’ve repaid my debt. I just want to take Andrew and leave.” “How could this happen?” Sophie sounded shocked. “Is there some misunderstanding between you two? Or was Andrew just being naughty and hiding somewhere—” “Sophie!” I laughed coldly. “I wouldn’t joke about Andrew. Besides, Henry is busy showing off at an auction with his canary, lighting lanterns for her and buying a British princess’s jeweled necklace worth hundreds of billions.” There was a long silence on the other end before Sophie finally said, “Okay, I understand.
Thank you for your hard work all these years. I shouldn’t have forced you. From now on, do whatever you want.” After hanging up, I went home, drenched from the rain. When I saw the mess of clothes on the floor, my numb heart gave a painful jolt. Andrew’s body was still warm, yet Henry was still enjoying himself.