“What about after Sarah has the babies?” Nina asked. 

I was just as curious. If I were still alive, how would he have reacted after I’d given birth? 

Even now, a part of me still hoped that Zachary would remember the bond we shared while growing up together and the three years of marriage we had. 

But in the next moment, I saw Zachary hesitate in silence. He offered no answer. 

That last spark of hope inside me shattered altogether. 

I couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all. “I’ve loved you for 12 years, been married to you for three, and now I’m carrying your children.” 

But Zachary couldn’t hear me. 

I couldn’t help but wonder if Zachary would be relieved to find out I was dead, such that he’d celebrate with fireworks for three days and nights. 

While I was lost in my thoughts, Bobby knocked again. His voice was laced with concern. “Mr. Finch, the water tank has started heating up for some reason. I’m worried that Mrs. Finch could be in danger.” 

“Zac, I envy Sarah so much. She’s managed to make so many people love her, unlike me. If I mess up, all my family does is heap more insults on me,” Nina said, but the smugness in her eyes was almost overflowing. 

Bobby frowned. “I’m telling the truth, Mr. Finch. If you don’t believe me, come with me and see for—”