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Caleb eventually regained consciousness, but the hospital had already confirmed the diagnosis: chronic,
irreversible organ failure.
The first thing he did after waking up was to ask about Marissa.
When he learned that her baby hadn’t survived–and that I was the reason for it–his face twisted with despair.
He knew his days were numbered.
Modern medicine had no effective treatment for his condition, and given the extent of his organ failure, even transplants weren’t an option.
He was a dead man walking, clinging to the last fragile threads of life.
By then, I had already left with my precious daughter, Ivy.
I took her to a secluded mountain retreat, a spiritual place I’d heard about–a haven where an old pastor performed blessings and spiritual cleansing.
Compared to the sinister rituals Caleb and Marissa had embraced, I trusted the purity of this tradition far more.
The nightmares of my past life still haunted me.
Even though I had changed my daughter’s fate and secured a future for both of us, I needed reassurance.
I wanted to make sure there were no lingering threats, no overlooked dangers that could harm Ivy or me.
This retreat was said to be run by a wise and gifted man, someone with a deep connection to God.
When we arrived, the pastor’s expression turned serious as soon as he saw us.
His sharp eyes scanned me, then Ivy, before he frowned deeply.
“How despicable,” he muttered.
“Someone dared to use such dark rituals to tamper with destiny?”
“Pastor,” I said urgently, holding Ivy close.
“Will my daughter and I be okay? Please, tell me the truth.”
He waved his hand dismissively, his tone calm and steady.
“You’ll be fine. Those who used such evil means brought their punishment upon themselves. You, on the other hand,
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acted as an instrument of justice.”
“God rewards those who correct such wrongs–there will be no harm to you or your child.”
I let out a long, shaky breath, relief washing over me.
“As for your husband,” the pastor continued, his voice tinged with disdain.
“He was a curse in your life, and so was the woman he kept. Their own greed and sins led to their downfall. What’s happening to them is nothing more than divine retribution.”
Hearing this, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders.
“And the cursed cross,” the pastor asked, his sharp eyes narrowing
“Did you bring it with you?”
I nodded quickly and handed over the cross.
The pastor inspected it briefly, then placed a consecrated seal on it before throwing it into a burning furnace.
The moment the cross hit the flames, a chorus of screams erupted from within.
Caleb’s voice, Marissa’s voice, and even faint echoes of others who had participated in their vile rituals filled the air.
The sounds of agony were chilling, but within minutes, they faded into silence.
All that remained of the cross was a pool of molten metal.
“Those who wronged you and your daughter have been dealt with,” the pastor said, his voice calm.
“The ones behind this evil–including that so–called spiritual leader who aided them–have all met their judgment.”
Gratitude overwhelmed me, and I donated a significant sum to the retreat–enough to support them for years.
Later, I learned that the pastor had only kept a small portion of the money for daily expenses. The rest had been used to fund the construction of a school for underprivileged children in the nearby village.
That was true goodness.
When I received the news about the school, I donated another large sum, and when the school was finally completed.
I brought Ivy with me to attend the ribbon–cutting ceremony.
But that is a story for another day.
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