His Perfect Doll

I loved Michael so fully, a quiet burning devotion for my youth pastor, believing he was my soulmate.

Then he left me for his "true love."

In a fit of desperate jealousy, I hired men to just `scare` him, but it went horribly wrong.

He suffered a head injury, waking with amnesia, claiming I was the only woman he remembered, the only one he loved.

Guilt gnawed at me, but I clung to his twisted miracle, marrying him fast.

My mother warned me, her voice weak but firm: "Sarah, this isn't right."

I dismissed her, blinded by supposed love.

Months later, in an isolated cabin during brutal childbirth, I heard Michael' s voice, cold and ruthless.