The Betrayed Wife's Ultimate Play

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My final prenatal appointment was today, but the drive turned into a nightmare. Now, I lay on a gurney, pregnant and bleeding, the world a blur of flashing lights. My husband, Matthew Scott, the golden boy ADA, was here, but his entire focus was on Sabrina Lawrence, his childhood friend, not me. "Get her out! She' s critical!" he screamed, as I rasped, "Matthew, the baby..." He didn' t even turn his head. A colleague dismissed my cries, telling me Matthew was stressed, Sabrina seriously injured. Just like my first life, this scene repeated. I had lived this betrayal before. Then, he pushed me off a gurney at the crash site, left me bleeding out on the asphalt while paramedics tended to Sabrina, believing his lie that I was hysterical and "faking" my injuries. My baby, our baby, was taken from me. The police officer later told me, "Your husband is a respected Assistant District Attorney. He's worried you're having a panic attack." They loaded Sabrina onto a stretcher, Matthew hovering, his voice tender for her, walking right past me as I lay trapped in agony. How could he do this? How could his colleagues and even strangers so readily believe his twisted narrative, abandoning a pregnant, dying woman because her powerful husband deemed her "dramatic"? Why was her life, her baby's life, less valuable than a man's reputation? The pain, the crushing realization of his utter depravity, merged with the chilling memory of his hands pushing me to my death in my previous life. But this time, I wouldn't be his victim. This time, as I lay there, abandoned and bleeding, the familiar darkness wasn't the end. It was the beginning of my reckoning. He thought I was just a placeholder? He was about to find out what happens when a placeholder decides to burn the whole goddamn game board to the ground.

Betrayal Revenge Pregnancy Divorce Comeback

Chapter 6

06-25 10:12

Introduction

My final prenatal appointment was today, but the drive turned into a nightmare.

Now, I lay on a gurney, pregnant and bleeding, the world a blur of flashing lights. My husband, Matthew Scott, the golden boy ADA, was here, but his entire focus was on Sabrina Lawrence, his childhood friend, not me.

"Get her out! She' s critical!" he screamed, as I rasped, "Matthew, the baby..."

He didn' t even turn his head. A colleague dismissed my cries, telling me Matthew was stressed, Sabrina seriously injured. Just like my first life, this scene repeated. I had lived this betrayal before.

Then, he pushed me off a gurney at the crash site, left me bleeding out on the asphalt while paramedics tended to Sabrina, believing his lie that I was hysterical and "faking" my injuries. My baby, our baby, was taken from me.

The police officer later told me, "Your husband is a respected Assistant District Attorney. He's worried you're having a panic attack."

They loaded Sabrina onto a stretcher, Matthew hovering, his voice tender for her, walking right past me as I lay trapped in agony.

How could he do this?

How could his colleagues and even strangers so readily believe his twisted narrative, abandoning a pregnant, dying woman because her powerful husband deemed her "dramatic"?

Why was her life, her baby's life, less valuable than a man's reputation? The pain, the crushing realization of his utter depravity, merged with the chilling memory of his hands pushing me to my death in my previous life.

But this time, I wouldn't be his victim.

This time, as I lay there, abandoned and bleeding, the familiar darkness wasn't the end. It was the beginning of my reckoning. He thought I was just a placeholder? He was about to find out what happens when a placeholder decides to burn the whole goddamn game board to the ground.