Lies, Betrayal, And The Baby I Hid Away
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aby shower, caressing my eight-month
side him sat his assistant, Serena, looking far too comfortable. Michael looked me dead
isk pregnancy, calling me a mere "incubator" for the sp
dn't help me. He stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her, accusing me of being dr
't worried. He laughed, revealing his plan to use my family's connecti
me. He only w
nly thing he truly wanted. I wiped my tears, touched my stomach where m
o deliver a simple
he baby did
pte
via
resting instinctively on my eight-month baby bump, only t
gently against the ceiling. A banner reading Welcome Baby Hayes was draped across the f
looked up at me, his eyes devoid of the war
assistant. She looked too comfortabl
y son," Mi
ike he was ordering coffee, n
my hand slipped, hitting
d, the word barely
e infant in her arms. She looked up at me with
voice was syrupy sweet, coating the poison in sugar. "But Mikey co
im to laugh. To tell me this was so
beside Serena, his hand resti
if my shock was an inconvenience to him. "It happened. It's done
rp pain in my abdomen, a tightening that stol
baby. "And unlike you, I didn't have a high-risk pregnancy t
w. My complications had been terrifying. I had spen
held my hand through the
ching my stomach. "Please
nal again. It's the hormones. This is exactly why
. Like I was a hysterical woman he had to
shaking. "Get out. Both o
. It was a col
ng, sweetie. You're just the incubator for his spare heir. But don't worry. Once you
ough me. I raised my hand, despera
faster. She s
he edge of the rug. I flailed, tryin
he hardwood floor,
hroat as a jagged pain
ivi
elled. It was me, screa
me. He moved toward Seren
Serena cried, burying her fa
troking her hair. He glanced down at me, c
coldly. "Stop acting like
in was coming in waves now, rhythmic and terrifyin
ispered. "Somet
es. He actually
grabbing his car keys. "Call a cab if you need to go
nd Serena and walked out the door, leaving me
. The silence of the apa
arper this time. I gasped, d
g my husband. I was
ing a cold clarity in its wak
a who had believed in their fairytale,