The Twins He Destroyed

The Twins He Destroyed

Gavin

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The Thorne mansion reeked of unspoken rivalries. I, Sarah Ashton, was one of eighteen women, disowned by my family for this role. Ethan, my childhood sweetheart, now saw me with cold resentment, obsessed with Brenda, who claimed to save his life. A chilling premonition haunted me: Ethan' s rage-filled face, his hands stained with my blood, my newborn twins' cries silenced. He kills us. So, the faint blue lines on the test brought not joy, but icy terror. My unborn, his children. The ones he would destroy. I secretly bribed the doctor to hide my twin pregnancy. Days later, Brenda announced her fake pregnancy; overjoyed Ethan demanded marriage. The horror peaked when Brenda, feigning a fall and accusing me, screamed I harmed her "baby." Ethan' s fury erupted. He punched me, then kicked my stomach. Agony ripped through me. "My babies..." I choked, bleeding. "Ethan... I'm pregnant..." He laughed, "Pregnant? You? Don' t try that lie now." He saw only his "victim" and "attacker," dismissing my agony. My premonition became real: my twins, lost to their father's blind rage. As darkness consumed me, Eleanor Thorne, Ethan's grandmother, burst in, face etched with horror. She knew. With her help, I escaped, grieving my lost children. Ethan built his joyous new life on Brenda' s lies, unaware Eleanor was patiently orchestrating a reckoning he' d never forget.

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The Thorne mansion reeked of unspoken rivalries.

I, Sarah Ashton, was one of eighteen women, disowned by my family for this role.

Ethan, my childhood sweetheart, now saw me with cold resentment, obsessed with Brenda, who claimed to save his life.

A chilling premonition haunted me: Ethan' s rage-filled face, his hands stained with my blood, my newborn twins' cries silenced. He kills us.

So, the faint blue lines on the test brought not joy, but icy terror. My unborn, his children. The ones he would destroy.

I secretly bribed the doctor to hide my twin pregnancy.

Days later, Brenda announced her fake pregnancy; overjoyed Ethan demanded marriage.

The horror peaked when Brenda, feigning a fall and accusing me, screamed I harmed her "baby." Ethan' s fury erupted.

He punched me, then kicked my stomach.

Agony ripped through me. "My babies..." I choked, bleeding. "Ethan... I'm pregnant..."

He laughed, "Pregnant? You? Don' t try that lie now."

He saw only his "victim" and "attacker," dismissing my agony.

My premonition became real: my twins, lost to their father's blind rage.

As darkness consumed me, Eleanor Thorne, Ethan's grandmother, burst in, face etched with horror. She knew.

With her help, I escaped, grieving my lost children.

Ethan built his joyous new life on Brenda' s lies, unaware Eleanor was patiently orchestrating a reckoning he' d never forget.

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