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My Scars, His Unconditional Devotion

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 712    |    Released on: Today at 17:20

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My Scars, His Unconditional Devotion
My Scars, His Unconditional Devotion
“At eight months pregnant, my world was a pastel nursery and the gentle kicks of my unborn child. I believed my husband, Barron, and I were building a perfect future, a life filled with meticulous joy. That future shattered with the splintering of our front door. A brutal assailant left me bleeding, but the true betrayal came in the ambulance. Through a fog of pain, I heard my husband' s cold, calculating voice on the phone. He had orchestrated the attack to induce a miscarriage. He needed our baby gone to fulfill a twisted promise: his firstborn had to be with another woman, Gisela. The vicious assault not only killed our child but left me barren, my body permanently broken. His only regret was that the plan got messy, not that he had destroyed my life. He thought he could cover it up with money and lies, forcing me to live beside the monster who had taken everything. He was wrong. With the help of his horrified best friend, I staged my own death in a fiery car crash. Alexandria Barber is dead. And I am finally free.”