The Day I Had My C-Section, 208 Pregnant Women DiedChapter 3

Every time the baby was mentioned, Simon became incredibly sensitive. He warned the driver, “It’s none of your business. Don’t pry.”

Just as he finished speaking, my mother’s call came in again. I reached for my phone, but Simon, sitting beside me, turned and warned me, “Don’t answer! We can’t trust anyone right now!”

The driver shot us a strange look. I ended up not answering the call. But a minute later, Chloe called me.

Simon glared at me again. “Don’t answer!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I started arguing with him in the car. “Simon, what do you even want? You won’t let me have the baby, you won’t let me go home, and now you won’t let me contact anyone?”

“That news report…”

He looked at me, his expression grim, about to speak. But then, a deafening explosion ripped through the air behind us! I turned to look, and saw the train we had just gotten off had derailed, crashing into a mountain.

“This…”

The shockwave from the explosion rushed towards us, making the driver stomp on the accelerator. I was still reeling from the immense shock. But then, Simon’s chilling voice echoed in my ears. “That’s why.”

“Everyone who looks back dies! We must never look back.”

If the news report earlier had been a figment of my imagination, then this train crash, right before my eyes, was undeniably real.

We drove in silence until the taxi safely pulled into the airport.

Then, I suddenly realized. “We need to call the police! How can we just run when something so big has happened?!”

The driver gave me a scrutinizing look. “Ma’am! What happened that requires calling the police?”

“The train crashed into the mountain just now! Didn’t you see it?”

He furrowed his brow, then said something that made my blood run cold. “Ma’am, are you having a nightmare? We came out of the train station a while ago, and nothing happened on the way here.”

His expression was natural, not at all like he was lying. So he didn’t remember? But it had only been twenty minutes! How could he suddenly have amnesia?

I looked at Simon beside me; his face was still pale and drawn, but he showed no intention of speaking.

Something this big had to be in the news. I pulled out my phone again, frantically searching for information about the train.

Nothing?

I directly dialed 911. I told them about the accident with the train. But the police’s explanation was exactly the same as the driver’s. He even warned me not to make false reports or spread rumors!

I was utterly desperate! What the hell was going on?!

“Ma’am, you don’t look so good! You’re heavily pregnant; maybe you should go to the hospital?” the driver said kindly, glancing at my belly.

Simon, as if not in control, shoved the driver and quickly pulled me towards the airport entrance.

My phone in my pocket rang again. This time, it was my mother-in-law. Simon just glanced at it, then, with a look of fear, threw my phone into a trash can. Not just mine, but his own too.

No tickets were available at this hour. I don’t know how he managed it, but he secured two tickets for a flight taking off in ten minutes. The destination was the Himalayas!

“What are we doing going to the Himalayas?”