My family locked me in the basement to give birth. Days later, they returned to find a dark red liquid seeping from the door. As my mother screamed, a voice whispered behind her, “Looking for me?”

has been decided.”

“So, it’s a divorce, then?” he pressed, his tone suggesting we were discussing the liquidation of a minor asset.

“I don’t know.”

My mother leaned forward, her diamond pendant catching the harsh light of the chandelier. “Have you informed him about your… condition?”

A sudden, sharp constriction seized my throat. “Not yet.”

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