Perfect Life

I was eight months pregnant, my life with my charismatic tech mogul husband, Ethan, seemingly perfect.

We were at a glittering gala, celebrating our success, our future family.

Then, a sudden shove sent me tumbling down a flight of stairs, triggering premature labor.

In the hospital's sterile hallway, I overheard Ethan's voice, cold and calm, making unimaginable arrangements: killing our seemingly "weak" newborn son, replacing him with his mistress Jessica's baby, and sterilizing me.

He presented me with a healthy infant, claiming it was ours while secretly poisoning me to ensure I could never conceive again.

Back at our ranch, Jessica, his mistress, openly flaunted her role as the "real" mother, nursing "our" child, showered with Ethan's attention while I was neglected and humiliated.

She even showed me a video of Ethan by my baby's incubator, moments before his death.