2 Death

“Is that Ron?” I asked eagerly, and when I tried to stand up, the guard glared at me. So, I had to crouch down.

“Stay here!” The guard turned away after he said.

Five minutes of suffering is just as long as five hours for me. I can't tell how many five minutes I've spent in this dingy prison, but I felt excited as long as I thought about someone finally willing to visit me. The one who came must have been Ron. He must have found out the truth and come to save me. Yes, it must be. He's my husband. We've been married for 7 years. He certainly wouldn't forget his wife.

I touched my belly and tried to tell the baby that it was his dad coming. However, he is too small to give me any response. But it doesn't matter. He will grow. He will grow up happily with his dad and mom. It definitely will.

“Don't worry, Daddy will help us out of here!” I stroked my belly, put my head against the cold wall, and whispered the songs of my childhood, dreaming of a better life.

Just then, the sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor came, slow and sharp. I listened carefully to see if there were any other footsteps, but there weren't. The sound floated from far to near in this silent cage.

A premonition came over me. Why isn't my husband Ron? A female scent wafted into my nostrils, growing stronger and more aggressive.

“Hello, my sister!” A pair of red high-heeled shoes stopped in front of the cell. I looked up slowly from the tip of the woman's shoe to her face. A red diamond necklace was shining brightly. It’s my mom’s legacy and it belongs to me. And now it's around this woman's neck.

The woman in front of me who was wearing delicate make-up was not only my sister, but also my husband's mistress. She's the one who destroyed everything!

“That's my necklace!” I stood up and glared at my sister, Gina.

I reached through the bars of the cell and tried to grab the necklace. But Gina quickly took a step back with a victorious smile showing on her face.

“Now it belongs to me!” Said Gina triumphantly, touching the red diamond around her neck. “Ron gave it to me!”

“You are lying!” I roared at her. “Give back my necklace! ”

“Not only your necklace, but your husband is mine now,” Gina said, deliberately touching a lock of her curly hair to reveal the ambiguous mark on her neck. “See, he was with me when you were in this stinking prison. We had crazy s.ex from day to night.”

“That's impossible!” I screamed. “I need to see Ron!”

Is a seven-year marriage really that fragile?

My voice attracted two jailers, including the ugly man who was guarding me. But Gina told them, in a commanding voice, “Open the cell door and shut the woman up!”

The jailer opened the cell door with the key. He slapped me hard at first, then he and the other jailer grabbed me by the shoulder and made me kneel on the ground. Gina stepped into the cell. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, then took a document out of her bag and threw it in front of me. I looked down. Even though the cell was dark, I could see two distinct signatures on the document.

“Open your eyes and have a look. This execution document was signed by Ron and our father. You must die today!”

Everything Gina said was like a knife slicing through my heart. I couldn't believe it. How had my husband, who was married with me for seven years, sentenced me to death? And how had my father agreed with his decision? Even though my father always had a cold attitude towards me, I still tried to be a good daughter, but he actually wanted me to die.

What really broke my heart was my husband, Ron. He had so rashly sentenced me to death. He wouldn't even see me before I died.

“I want to see Ron! I'm pregnant with his child!” I yelled at the two guards around me, “No one can kill a lady when she is pregnant with Moore’s child!”

My voice resonated throughout the prison. One of the jailers asked Gina in a hesitant voice, “If she's really pregnant, we can't just kill her! If the boss knows it...”

“She's not pregnant at all!” Gina interrupted the jailer. “She's lying. If this woman was pregnant, why didn't she tell Ron? It's just a ploy to buy time. Kill her now!”

“If you kill me, Ron will come after you!” I warned them.

Gina frowned. She stared at me with cunning blue eyes, “Eve, you killed my child, and he's Ron's child too. Even if you get pregnant, I will trade your child's life for mine. It's still a good deal!”

“I didn't do that!” I protested aloud. “Gina, you did! You framed me! You planned all of this!”

“So?” Gina sneered. “A witness has testified that you killed my child, and now you are the sinner and the murderer of the Moore family!”

A witness? My body went cold at once. This so-called witness must have been brought in by Gina. This is a premeditated frame-up!

“I will let you die slowly,” Gina said, drawing a sharp dagger from one of the jailers. She approached me step by step, eyes vicious.

“Is that why you wanted Ron to see you? Do you think Ron would forgive you if he knew you were pregnant? No, it's impossible!”

“Gina, you can't hurt my baby!” I begged desperately.

“As you wish!” Gina sneered as she stabbed me in the heart with her knife.

I feel a pain I've never felt before in my life. It's fierce and unrelenting! At the end of my life, I heard the last voice from my sister, Gina.

“Every man will betray his wife!”