My Husband Murdered Our Unborn Baby

ra Mars

I owed it all to my husband, Easton Gardner. He had set up automatic transfers, send

upport because she suffered from "severe depression," and that she wa

as a sharp pain ripped throu

d vegetables made my head spin. My legs gave out, and I crashed har

plaining that I had severe anemia and preeclampsia, and that my baby was in d

ing it impossible for me to afford the expensive tre

ied calling Easton, but no one answered. I called again and again, but it was l

ns, I signed myself out of the hospi

It was sitting in his drawer. I took it, went to a

h the doors, I was surrounded by uniformed police officers. My heart

rave. Easton and Colette arrived too, walking in arm in arm. Easton wore a col

coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Stealin

ife is in critical condition. The doctors need

with the eyes of a predator. "Unless she signs this." He held up a document - a postnuptial agreement. "Sign it, and

beside him, wearing a triumphant smile, whispering something into his ear. He nodded, his g

r. "The baby is dying." Another wave of excruciat

always do this - playing the fragile victim, fa

tion crept into my voice. "This i

our personal ATM. Do you think I can't see through your little game?

d your watch to save my own life and our chi

ected, her tone dripping with false concern. "E

d under the hospital lights. "See? This is the real one. Wha

n't even tell the difference." He pulled out his phone. "This real one cost me twenty thousand do

nsifying. "Easton, please.

me entirely and turned to Kim Smith. "Officer, she's already conf

r. Gardner, this is a medical emergency. If you refuse to sign the

reats? She's been trying to ruin my life." He gestured at Colette. "Colette has been through so

know how much you care about me, but we have to think about your reputation too." She pointed

ll these years, pretending to be the dutiful wife, secretly resenting everythi

eside me let out a rapid alarm. A nurse rushed ove

postnuptial agreement still in his hand.

aper blurred into indistinct lines,