Her Husband's Cruel Indifference
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celebration. His small hand clutched mine, his eyes w
litary jacket he wore, declared his plans had changed,
he sneered, his true priority a mistres
ce hardened into a mask of cruel indifference.
ore scooping Ethan into his arms. My son' s cries turn
him a lesson,"
ossed our five-year-old so
ed, then reappeared, flailing, gasping for air. David stood mot
back, forcing me to watch as my son' s struggles grew weaker, his hea
rror, locked on me, a
nt under. It did
d, as I collapsed onto the
rased, replaced by a nursery for Lisa' s unborn child. They stood t
Sarah," David said, his voice laced
I shrieked, "
isa, cunningly feigning distress for her
nd in that horrifying moment, I saw the monster he trul
that David and Lisa callously ignored, even sharing a triumphant k
burned his beloved teddy bear, extinguishing the last tangible piec
ning Lisa' s baby wasn' t his. This wasn'
aring physical anchor to my unimaginable loss, I walked out of th
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