Best punishment

Aron POV

"Jerry, open your eyes." After hitting Uncle Joe with a stone until he stopped breathing, I went back to Jerry.

Uncle Joe stabbed a sharp piece of wood through her breast. She was struggling to breathe with her eyes closed. Jerry's blood stains Sara's white towel. Uncle Joe's blood is everywhere on my face.

"You did a great job killing this monster, Aron." She was having trouble breathing.

"Jerry, you will be all right." Sara looked at her with tear-filled eyes.

"We've got to take her to the doctor." Sara asked me to take Jerry to the hospital.

"You are right."

Jerry asked me to stay here with her, holding my hand as I attempted to get up to go to the hospital.

"Aaron, don't waste time. I have very little time, and I want to spend my last time with you." She attempted to communicate through her heavy breathing.

"Sara, please sit here with me." She looked at Sara with tear-filled eyes.

"I am sorry, Sara; please forgive me. You've had to endure all of this because of my actions." She apologized to Sara for the trouble she faced.

"Jerry, that was not your fault. I had the delusion that I had murdered Uncle Joe, but I was blind to the fact that he was constantly pursuing me."

"What?" I turned a bewildered glance to Sara.

"Because I always wanted to kill that monster, I can now die peacefully."

"No, Jerry, you will not die." My eyes filled with tears when I saw her struggling to take a breath.

"Aron, you don't have to bear the responsibility for his death.

Sara, you are adept at crafting a story to deceive the police and prevent your husband from facing murder charges." She stopped breathing and closed her eyes.

"Jerry, no, you have to come back." I let out a scream. Upon witnessing her unconscious state, my heart broke into a million pieces.

"Aron, I made numerous mistakes with you, and my apology was insufficient to atone for those mistakes. God chose the best punishment for me. But I prayed to God, asking him to forgive me for my sins and bring me back into your life, this time with both of you as my parents." She gasped loudly, her mouth and eyes wide open.

"What did you do, Jerry? If I had even the slightest inkling that this would happen, I would never have asked you to come here. Why did you push me to stand at my place? Why did you accept my death when Uncle Joe intended to kill me?" Sara let out a loud sob.

When I saw Jerry's dead body in front of me, my body completely dissolved. I'm at a loss for words right now. I'm not sure what I should do after this. I took Jerry's dead body and walked out of the forest. I want to take her dead body to our city, but the cruise will take 4 to 5 days to arrive, so we have to bury her body on that island.

Her high fever prevents Sara from getting up. After burying Jerry, we said our goodbyes to the island and then returned to our house with a heavy heart.

It's already been one month since that tragedy, but still, it's fresh in my mind. Sara feels so guilty about Jerry's death, and she holds herself accountable for her death. She sobbed over Jerry's passing while isolating herself in a room. She deals with the police by fabricating a tale about a fight between Uncle Joe and Jerry that resulted in their deaths. She prevented me from getting the death penalty in a murder case by providing the police with evidence.

My parents were shocked to learn that everything had happened on that island. They regretted sending us alone on that island. When I think about that incident, fear chills down my spine. If I didn't get there on time, he would rape Sara. She was so traumatized by his cruelty that she wouldn't let me near her.

To help her through her nighttime panic attacks, my mom slept beside her. Her illness had gotten worse over the previous several days, so my mom requested that I accompany her to the doctor.

The physician examined Sara and revealed to me that her recent trauma and Jerry's death have profoundly impacted her, and her pregnancy has intensified her physical fatigue.

"What? She doesn't want to be a mother now, Doctor." I looked at the doctor with shock.

"I understand your situation, but we can't abort the baby without her consent." The doctor advised me to speak with Sara before deciding to have an abortion.

I'm not sure how I will break this news to her in this circumstance. These days, she hardly speaks. She mostly sat on the balcony and stared at the oak tree, but I felt compelled to tell her the truth, so I went to her room to talk with her.

"Sara, how are you now feeling?" I sat down in front of her.

"How is a killer supposed to feel?" She kept her eyes fixed on the oak tree.

"You are not a killer, Sara. Stop blaming yourself for Jerry's death. Uncle Joe was the one who killed her." I made an effort to comfort her.

"You're not aware of this guilt." She shook her head with disappointment.

What should I say to her now that I am dying to see her in this state?

"Sara, did you ever deal with Uncle Joe before?" I questioned her.

"Humm." She nodded her head and told me the entire incident.

I now know why he bolted upon seeing me. He was surely scared of seeing me there, thinking I went there to kill him. If I discover this, I plan to kill him immediately to avoid any further complications. Sara's long-standing guilt has now manifested as a mental illness.

When I told my parents about her pregnancy, they were equally concerned. The doctor told us that Sara could not live a healthy life until she recovered from this trauma; thus, we all decided to abort this child by keeping her situation in mind. I repeatedly attempted to inform her about her pregnancy, but each time I went to speak with her, I became afraid of her reaction after I revealed the truth.

I'm worried that because of her unstable mental state, she may hold me responsible for her pregnancy. I know she has a lot of ambitions in life and doesn't want to have a baby right now, but it's still important to let her know that she's pregnant.

Two months passed, and I didn't gather the courage to tell her about her pregnancy. Her condition continued to deteriorate. She let go of all of her desire to continue living this life. She didn't eat on time, nor did she sleep on time. She spent the entire day gazing at the oak tree while sitting on the balcony.

"Aron, you have to tell her soon; it's her fourth month, and we don't have much time left." My mom asked me to tell Sara the truth.

"Yes, mom. I have to tell her now." I sighed deeply and went into her room again.

I closed my eyes and told her the truth this time, not caring about the outcome.

"Sara, you are pregnant." I opened my eyes, filled with terror, to see her reaction.