After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 2

The butler, looking increasingly worried, hesitated before speaking.

"Sir, the food we air-dropped for Mrs. Carter hasn't been touched in two days. Could something have happened to her?"

Liam let out a dismissive snort.

"She's like a cockroach—she's not going to die that easily. She's probably holed up deep in the woods somewhere."

The butler's voice carried a note of concern.

"But, sir, even cockroaches have to eat."

Liam's smile turned cruel.

"There's plenty of wild berries out there. She's used to eating fancy meals every day. A little hardship might finally teach her some humility."

The butler opened his mouth to continue, but Liam waved him off impatiently.

"Enough. Tomorrow, I'll take a team to search the forest. If you plead for her again, I'll toss you in there with her."

That shut the butler up. He pressed his lips together and didn't say another word.

Chloe Harper appeared then, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she walked into the room.

"Liam, what's the surprise you've got planned for me?"

The icy look in Liam's eyes melted away as he turned to her.

"You'll find out tomorrow," he said softly.

Chloe's gaze landed on the screen in the living room, which was replaying the footage of me in the woods. Her wide eyes filled with unease.

"Isn't this a little... too much?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

Liam sighed and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Chloe, you're just too kind. That's why Emily always took advantage of you."

Chloe bit her lip, pretending to look conflicted.

"But Emily did what she did because she loved you too much."

Liam's expression darkened.

"If she really loved me, she wouldn't have hurt you. If she hadn't been so stubborn, I wouldn't have had to throw her into the hunting ground."

Liam had sneered.

"You think you can use some bastard child to threaten me? Since you love animals so much, go ahead and live out here until you die."

And just like he said, I did die.

I had managed to escape the hunting dogs chasing me, but then I ran into a swarm of angry wasps.

The enraged insects covered my body, stinging me over and over.

The pain was unrelenting, like waves crashing over me, tearing into my flesh.

Sweat soaked through my tattered clothes.

My screams of agony echoed through the forest, startling the birds into flight.

It didn't last long, though.

Finally, mercifully, I was freed from the pain.

But my child would never get to see the world.