Sister Took My Face... But Not My Husband's Secrets

Chapter 9

Since Liam voiced his suspicions, Nina had become much more cautious, quietly urging her parents to hurry and dispose of what was left of my body.

But Liam moved quickly. Within two days, he had gathered all the information he needed and traced Nina's movements leading up to my disappearance.

When Liam stormed into the Dawson family home with his team, my parents stayed unnervingly calm. It wasn't until they saw Nina tied up that any real emotion flickered across their faces, then, they began pleading with Liam for mercy.

Liam's team spread out across the house, conducting a thorough search.

I hovered by the window, heart racing as I watched them approach the storage shed in the backyard.

But when they reported back, they claimed to have found nothing.

It seemed my body had been moved.

Liam's expression darkened as he glanced at one of the black-clad security guards. The guard yanked Nina forward, pressing a knife to her throat.

Seeing the panic in my parents' eyes, Liam smirked.

"Where's Sarah?" His voice was icy.

My mom pointed at Nina, her face twisted in fear. "This is Sarah, our daughter…"

She didn't finish before Liam tossed a pile of documents in her direction. His voice dropped dangerously low. "The only daughter you care about is Nina. I'll ask one more time, where is Sarah?"

My parents' eyes fell on Nina's cosmetic surgery records, and they collapsed to the floor. After exchanging a brief glance, they started lying. They said I had run away because I was unhappy at the Hawthorne house, and they had reluctantly let Nina take my place.

Liars.

I floated beside Liam, yelling desperately in his ear to ignore their lies, though I knew he couldn't hear me.

At this point, I just hoped, after everything we'd been through as husband and wife, that Liam would find a way to recover my body, or at least what was left of it.

Liam wasn't one to back down easily. He had come prepared, and his eyes were fixed on the storage shed.

He dragged my parents and Nina over to the shed, signaling to the security guards to begin the search.

The Dawsons seemed to think if they just kept lying, Liam would eventually give up.

"Son-in-law, we lied to you, but please, have mercy. Think of the love you had for Sarah. She wouldn't want you to treat us like this," my mother begged.

I crossed my arms, glaring at them, furious that they were still trying to manipulate Liam using me.

Liam didn't waste another word. He had the guards open several large cases filled with tools.

The sight of them made my blood run cold, it looked like something straight out of a nightmare.

Liam started by having wet towels placed over their faces, peeling them away each time they struggled for breath.

They weren't used to such cruelty. After just a few rounds, they broke.

In the end, they led him to a shallow grave where my upper body remained, still mostly intact. They hadn't had time to finish disposing of me.

My hands were gone, my stomach split open, and I could see the faint outlines of the two children I had carried.

My heart shattered as tears streamed down my face.

Liam knelt beside my body, his eyes burning red. He gently brushed the dirt away from my face and torso, cradling me in his arms.

I couldn't stop staring at the remains of our children.

I never imagined our family would be reunited like this.

We'd failed as parents.

But I knew, just as I had, that Liam had dreamed of having these children too. Sadly, fate had denied us that chance.

I clutched my chest, following him as he carried me away from the shed.