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The weather was gloomy, with a light drizzle falling steadily. The usually quiet cemetery was unusually bustling at this moment.

Grace Rivers, her face haggard, knelt in front of a small tombstone, her heart as cold as death, her eyes red-rimmed.

Lucas Wells forcefully pressed Graces head against the bluestone slab, immediately leaving a scarlet patch on her forehead.

"Grace, you have such a cruel heart! Our child was just born! How could you...do such a thing?" Emily Scott cried, her face drenched with tears.

Lucas immediately comforted her, glaring at Grace with a look that wished she could immediately join their son in the grave.

"Ill say it one last time, it wasnt me!" Grace looked up at the two in front of her, even with a bleeding head and kneeling, she exuded an intimidating aura.

Emilys heart was filled with hatred, she picked up a stone and threw it at Grace, crushing it between her fingers. The pain shot through her heart, causing her face to pale.

"I saw with my own eyes as you fed him that bowl of medicine, and then...then he stopped breathing!"

Emily cried even more fiercely, gasping for breath.

"Emily Scott, you know very well who it was!" Grace sneered.

"Lucas..." Emily threw herself into Lucass arms, appearing to have suffered a great injustice.

Lucas comforted her softly.

This was her half-sister, and this was her husband of three years!

Growing up, she had always given in to whatever Emily wanted, but the man she had loved for years, she wouldnt let go!

Seeing Graces proud face, Lucas wanted to tear her apart. Her high and mighty demeanor was truly infuriating.

As if remembering something, Lucas softened his voice: "Emily, you should go back first since youre not feeling well. Ill avenge our son."

Emily agreed to leave, after all, this child was killed by her own hands. She couldnt help but feel a bit guilty at the grave.

Watching Emily leave, Lucass eyes became even darker. He pushed Grace to the ground in the cemetery.

The sharp pebbles on the ground immediately cut through Graces already bruised hands, but Lucas ignored it.

"You know, because of you, Emilys body has been damaged and she cant have children anymore!"

"Ha...you brought this upon yourself!" Grace sneered.

Her reaction completely enraged Lucas. He pressed down on her, tearing open Graces dress, exposing her snow-white skin to the cold air.

The drizzle fell on her body, chilling her to the bone.

"Lucas, dont, not here." Realizing what he wanted to do, Grace finally panicked and began to plead. This was a cemetery!

"Pretend what! I want you to have a child to repay!" Lucas held Grace down.

"Ugh..." Grace resisted fiercely, feeling sick.

Ignoring Graces resistance, he positioned her facing their sons tombstone, and Lucas undid his belt...