“You’ll suffer naturally because you’re toxic,” my doctor husband sneered, blocking the nurses from performing a C-section for my giant 10-pound baby as revenge for his intern. I writhed in pain, clutching the bed rails until my knuckles turned white. When the grueling delivery finally ended, the heavy delivery room doors banged open. My husband staggered in, his face drained of color as he looked at the newborn chart, fell to the floor, and shrieked, “No… that’s impossible! Whose child is-“
Hannah spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor, a demented, triumphant sneer spreading across her face. “You cannot abandon me now, Bradley. You’re trapped. I am pregnant with your child.”
Bradley froze, the color draining from his face as absolute horror paralyzed his lungs. But as he stood there, trapped in a new nightmare, continue reading …