Few days later, Joey came to her. He wanted the child now and demanded for him.

"He's dead." She stared at him, "And I killed the adopted creature."

"How dare you even say so, whore?" He raged at her foolish statement and slapped her, "Where is he, give me back to him."

"It's all what an impotent man can do. Slap and call her a whore." she asked with smirk.

"Where is he? He's now old enough to hear the truth."

"He's dead. I had already said I cannot stand him. I had told you five years ago, when we had lost our son. I wanted to tell your father we can never have any children, but it was you who stopped me and forced me to adopt a child! For how long could I do it?"

"WHERE IS HE?"

"How many times will my answer make you believe he's dead? I got him killed. You can guess, after being your wife for all those years, whose name I used. He isn’t your son and neither mine. I don’t want to divorce. I have done what was to be done."

Joey still wasn’t up to believing her. "You could have made me raise him. You could have done anything better than killing him!"

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"Killing was for making me to do what I never wanted to do. Now, you are free to report this to cops if you want. I am ready to be arrested. Being behind the bars will perhaps give me more relief than being with you and that kid." She snapped.

"You are a cunt, Avyanna. Cunt." He cursed her.

She took long breaths in anger but said nothing.

"I killed him." she said in anger and started to walk back until she disappeared behind a door.

He spent next few days understanding how much cornered he was. There was no chance he could prove he wasn’t murderer. As long as his secret was hidden, he would be safe.

For being safe, he needed to get away from his past. His past included his father as well. He had lied to him by saying he was going to return in merely ten days, but he wasn’t going to return home. He was going to lie to him by saying he always had been a bad father and they were no longer interested in helping his father.

He was going to leave the heartbroken old man to die alone. He was going to say his family had migrated to somewhere in Portland. Even thinking of it shivered his bones.

He had come to Portland with same thought in his mind, but he didn’t stick to it. He changed his plan.

She was talking about settlement.