And with those words, she collapsed on the floor like a puddle.
Dylan scrambled to get out of the room, but it was already too late as the drugs had already circulated through his bloodstream…
When word of Dylan falling to substance abuse reached us back home, I was celebrating the triplets becoming a month old.
“Let him stay abroad for treatment,” John said coolly. “He can come back after that. But if he doesn’t get better… I’ll just pretend
1/2
I never had that son.”
His gaze was tender as he looked downward at the triplets lying in their crib. “I have these three cuties anyway. What do I have to worry about losing just one?”
I smiled and nodded–it seemed that Dylan’s comeuppance came earlier than I had expected.
If anything, news that Dylan was being left to his own devices abroad didn’t affect my mood.
Although John was a little old, he still retained his vigor.
Afterward, I bore him twin boys, and a beautiful daughter.
I smiled as I watched the little ones, relishing in the bliss of my life for having them.
On the other hand, Dylan had completely fallen.
One day, I was playing with the children when I received word that he was under the influence, not in his right mind when he
accidentally murdered Lily.
John was there too, and only quietly said, “Don’t bother with him.‘
He had completely given up on his eldest son.
As the days passed, it was eventually the day when John died in our past life.
Uneasy, I asked him to stay with me the whole day at home.
And as the day passed safely, I was relieved, and focused on enjoying the rest of my blissful life.
