Kill me and my 3-year-old son for his first love novel
On our wedding day, his first love Jasmine Cowell left behind a suicide note and jumped into the sea.
In her note, Jasmine wrote: True love can never triumph over power and influence. I admit defeat.
After learning this news, Ethan remained unmoved. He even smiled as he completed our wedding ceremony.
However, six months after our marriage, on the anniversary of Jasmine's death, Ethan took me and our three-year-old son Jasper Johnson diving.
Three hundred feet underwater, he personally removed our oxygen tubes. Both Jasper and I drowned.
After our deaths, I watched as Ethan placed my corpse before Jasmine's grave as an offering of atonement.
"Jasmine, I've already avenged you. Will you be happy in heaven?"
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the night I used my pregnancy to force him into marriage.
*****
At midnight, Ethan came through the door shivering from the cold.
Having just awakened from the agony of death, I looked at him with eyes full of terror and hatred.
Ethan froze slightly, a flash of bewilderment crossing his deep eyes before it transformed into disdain.
He ignored the table full of dishes that had long grown cold, standing before me with nothing but venom in his gaze.
"You can throw your tantrums at me! Jasmine wasn't as vicious as you, nor as scheming. What's wrong with her loving music? Why did you have to target her?"
His accusations caught me completely off guard.
After a moment of confusion, I remembered that Jasmine Cowell had also come running back in tears at this same time in my previous life.
She had accused me of using my family's influence to pressure the school, causing her expulsion, all so I could marry Ethan.
However, the truth was that during her time at school, she had been obsessed with parties and socializing with the wealthy elite, frequently skipping classes.
She had even fallen asleep during an important recital.
Then the school administration advised her to withdraw.
Jasmine was simply afraid of Ethan learning the truth. After all, coming from a poor background, her study abroad expenses were entirely funded by Ethan's family.
Between her and me, Ethan would always believe only her.
With this in mind, I laughed coldly and retorted: "With my family's power, I could easily have her expelled. Would I really need to go through all this trouble?"
This was the first time I had ever argued back, and Ethan's expression grew even darker.
He turned to leave but suddenly caught sight of the pregnancy test report on the table.
I instantly felt extremely nervous, thinking: "I forgot to put it away!"
"So that's how it is."
Ethan picked up the report and smiled mockingly: "You've found a new trick to force me into marriage? Nicole, do you think you can control me with a child?"
As if remembering something amusing, a flash of coldness crossed his eyes as he said word by word: "I despise you to the extreme. Why would I care about your child?"
Even though I had long known of his heartless nature, his words still pierced my heart like knives, causing excruciating pain.
The image of Jasper's tragic death in my previous life appeared before my eyes like a nightmare.
I snatched the pregnancy report from him and tore it to pieces without hesitation.
"Since you don't want this child, I'll give it up. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."
I turned to leave, but Ethan grabbed my arm to stop me.
He frowned deeply, clearly not believing my words.
"Nicole, do you even believe what you're saying? All these years, you've been following me around like a dog, and I couldn't shake you off. You even shamelessly crawled into my bed. Now that my family's going bankrupt, your money-grubbing parents can't wait to control me through marriage. And now you're putting on this act, saying you want to give up?"
His tone was full of contempt and disgust. I fought back the tears in my eyes.
All I felt was regret. For ten years, I had given my heart to Ethan, but he wasn't worth it at all.
Seeing my silence, Ethan thought he had exposed my scheme, and his expression grew even colder.
"Your whole family is nothing but disgusting opportunists!"
I knew why he didn't believe mein my past life, I had indeed been pathetically desperate.
I had even begged him to marry me and threatened that if he didn't take responsibility for the child in my womb, I would expose the scandal and ensure his family could never recover.
Under extreme humiliation, Ethan reluctantly agreed.
But the price I paid was far more devastating than I had imagined.
Three years after our marriage, he drove my parents to their deaths.
My three-year-old son Jasper and I were drowned by his own hands.
Living this life again, I would never repeat those mistakes.
With this thought, I seized the moment when Ethan wasn't paying attention and smashed his most treasured mug from the cabinet behind me.
It was a cup Jasmine had given him, and he used it for coffee every day.
Seeing the broken cup, Ethan flew into a rage: "Are you looking to die?"
With that, Ethan grabbed my throat, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
I was slammed hard against the wall, the sharp pain in my lower back radiating to my abdomen in waves of agony.
At the same time, Ethan snarled in my ear through gritted teeth: "Nicole, the only woman I love is Jasmine! Even if you force me to marry you with this child, I will never love you!"
Hearing this, I suddenly laughed coldly.
I thought to myself: "He's right. He'll never love me."
I pushed Ethan away forcefully and pulled a pill from my pocket.
After my full medical examination, I had asked the doctor for this medication.
In my past life, I was so deeply infatuated with Ethan that I could never bring myself to take it.
But now, all I felt for him was disgust and hatred.
This child shouldn't come into this world to suffer.
"Ethan, I hope you and Jasmine will be happy. From now on, we owe each other nothing."
With those words, under his stunned gaze, I opened the pill bottle and swallowed the medication right in front of him.
Afraid the dosage wouldn't be enough, I consumed the entire bottle.
Instantly, a tearing pain shot through my abdomen.
Warm blood immediately flowed between my legs.
The next second, everything went black, and I lost consciousness completely.
As drowsiness overtook me, painful memories from my past life flooded back like a tide.
In my previous life, Ethan never lived with me again after our marriage.
He bought a villa in the suburbs, where the walls were covered with Jasmine's photos.
Throughout my pregnancy, I remained completely alone.
Even when I went into difficult labor, Ethan only made a brief appearance, looking utterly indifferent.
When the nurse walked toward him with a bright smile, carrying baby Jasper in her arms, he pushed her away directly and said coldly, "Get away! How disgusting."
My parents were furious at my bedside, cursing him out, but Ethan just listened quietly without saying a word.
Only after my parents had exhausted themselves did he smile wickedly and say, "Cherish these good times while they last. You don't have much time left."
At that moment, I was too weak from excruciating pain to think deeply about his words.
It wasn't until a month later, when I saw my parents' mangled bodies on the news after their fall from a building, that I understood.
I finally realized Ethan had already driven our company to bankruptcy and even saddled it with hundreds of millions in debt.
His condition for sparing me was that my parents had to die.
He said, "You people drove the woman I loved most to her death, so now it's time for your most beloved to taste the same fate."
I had considered ending it all.
But looking at adorable Jasper in his crib, I ultimately gave up on that idea.
I thought, "Well, I still have Jasper. He's my last family member."
I endured everything to raise him, pretending not to know the truth about my parents' death.
I believed that no matter how vicious a person might be, they wouldn't kill their own child.
So I desperately tried to awaken Ethan's love for Jasper.
Jasper was such a good boy, his big eyes full of innocence.
Every time Ethan appeared, Jasper would toddle after him, calling out softly, "Daddy, hold me!"
When Ethan was in a good mood, he would occasionally give him a perfunctory hug.
Back then, I was even naive enough to fantasize that even if Ethan wanted me dead someday, as long as he was good to Jasper, I would have no regrets.
But I underestimated Jasmine's importance in his heart.
When Jasper was two years old, he had a high fever that wouldn't break during Christmas, and the entire city was hit by torrential rain.
I begged Ethan desperately to drive Jasper to the hospital, but he only said ruthlessly, "It wouldn't matter if he died."
In that moment, I was completely devastated.
I no longer hoped for his mercy toward Jasper.
Jasper and I moved out of the mansion and began living a low-key life.
Ethan's tech company grew from prosperity to going public, while I spent my days taking Jasper to the park. Our life was peaceful and warm.
I never imagined he ultimately had no intention of sparing Jasper and me.
On Jasper's third birthday, Ethan unexpectedly invited us to celebrate at the beachthe place Jasper most wanted to visit.
Later, I looked down at Jasper in my arms, no longer struggling.
As my consciousness gradually faded, a researcher on the other end of the phone excitedly told Ethan, "Mr. Johnson, the experiment was successful! Ms. Cowell has been revived!"
I finally understood that Ethan had never loved us.
Since I've been given a second chance at life, I think we might as well let each other go.
The sobbing in my ears gradually became clearer.
When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw my parents standing by the hospital bed.
Filled with endless regret, I yanked out the IV needle from the back of my hand and threw myself into my mother's arms, crying uncontrollably.
"Dad, Mom, I don't want to marry Ethan anymore!"
My parents already knew what had happened and immediately agreed: "Of course you won't!"
Ethan's mother Maria quickly tried to comfort me: "Nicole, don't be so impulsive. Ethan is still too immature, but he'll naturally mature after marrying you."
I glanced at her coldly.
Ever since Ethan and I got engaged, my father Simon Sinclair had been constantly providing resources to the nearly bankrupt Johnson family.
Maria had even sold her jewelry to fill the funding gap. Now she was not only spending our money but also wearing plenty of jewelry.
That Herms bag beside her was one we bought for fifty thousand dollars.
What was even more ridiculous was that while I lay in the hospital bed, pale as a ghost, she was still wearing perfect makeup, as if she didn't care about my condition at all.
Memories from my past life suddenly flooded back. After my parents went bankrupt, when I went to her for help, she refused to answer the phone, claiming she was getting a beauty treatment.
Looking back now, both Ethan and his mother were nothing but ungrateful, selfish people.
I was no longer as polite as before and retorted mercilessly: "Ethan is almost thirty years old. Can he still use immaturity as an excuse?"
Maria was instantly furious, but with my parents present, she held back her outburst.
Just then, Ethan pushed through the door with Jasmine following behind him in a white dress.
The moment she saw Jasmine, Maria's face went pale.
My father flew into a rage, pointing at Ethan and scolding: "Who gave you permission to come in? She's the maid's daughter who slandered my daughter!"
Ethan immediately stepped in front of Jasmine, declaring righteously: "Jasmine is my true love. Mr. Simon, I never loved Nicole. That child was just an accident."
My mother, a university professor who was always elegant, was now trembling with anger.
I quickly rubbed her back while stopping my father, who was about to explode.
Then I said calmly: "You came at the perfect time. From today on, our two families are cutting all ties. I wish you eternal happiness and many children."
Maria certainly wasn't willing to give up and frantically waved her hands.
"How is this possible?"
"Ms. Maria, why pretend to be innocent?"
I interrupted her with a cold laugh: "Wasn't it you who had my father's secretary pay for Jasmine's return flight ticket?"
In my past life, my family's crushing debt was inseparable from this vicious woman.
After hearing my words, Maria looked extremely embarrassed.
"Nicole, don't push your luck!"
Ethan was always arrogant in front of me.
At this moment, he actually continued to humiliate me in front of my parents: "What can you do besides using money to threaten us? Don't make me look down on you."
"Mr. Johnson, you seem very confident."
My father snorted coldly: "Since you're so righteous, from today on, we will terminate all cooperation with your family and provide no further financial support!"
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