Helene Richard: The Truth Unveiled

Richa

oken pain and sacrifice. The world around me spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of horrified faces and flashing lights

insides. My knees buckled. I felt myself falling, the polished marble floor rushing up to

rehearsed taunt I had grown accustomed to. It was raw fear, a genuine cry of a child seeing something he couldn't com

ingle, fleeting image of a nascent life, a fragile hope I had harbored in secret, dissolving into nothingness. I'm so

tt's threats, his family's relentless control, Kellen's heartbreaking alienation – they had tightened around my throat, suffocating me. This was the only way out. The only way to truly break fre

ied footsteps of paramedics. Garrett's voice, thick with a terror I had never

phne, still clutching her stomach in feigned distress, trying to intervene, trying to be the center of attention. Ce

profound, chilling fear. He wasn't looking at Daphne, he wasn't looking at Celsa. He was looking at me. And in his eyes, I saw it: the recognitio

security guard who had earlier attempted to manhandle me now carried me with surprising gentleness, his face pale. Daphne's cries of "My baby! My head

ing wheeled swiftly through brightly lit corridors, the faces of nurses and doctors a blur ab

ugh his hair, pulling at it as if he could tear the image of my desperate act from his mind. His expensive suit was still rumpled, but now it seemed to hang on him, heavy with the weight of his

ould. We managed to stabilize Ms. Richard's condition. She's lost a lot of blood, but she's out of immediat

ce. Then, his voice, a raw whisper, barely audible. "

ake time, but she will recover. Psychologically, that's

hank God," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Thank God." He then turned to one of his aides, his voice still shaky but regaining some of its comman

voice low and strained. "It's done. She's stable. But... the baby is gone. You need to come to the hosp