Lies, Betrayal, And The Baby I Hid Away

aby shower, caressing my eight-month

side him sat his assistant, Serena, looking far too comfortable. Michael looked me dead

isk pregnancy, calling me a mere "incubator" for the sp

dn't help me. He stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her, accusing me of being dr

't worried. He laughed, revealing his plan to use my family's connecti

me. He only w

nly thing he truly wanted. I wiped my tears, touched my stomach where m

o deliver a simple

he baby did

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resting instinctively on my eight-month baby bump, only t

gently against the ceiling. A banner reading Welcome Baby Hayes was draped across the f

looked up at me, his eyes devoid of the war

assistant. She looked too comfortabl

y son," Mi

ike he was ordering coffee, n

my hand slipped, hitting

d, the word barely

e infant in her arms. She looked up at me with

voice was syrupy sweet, coating the poison in sugar. "But Mikey co

im to laugh. To tell me this was so

beside Serena, his hand resti

if my shock was an inconvenience to him. "It happened. It's done

rp pain in my abdomen, a tightening that stol

baby. "And unlike you, I didn't have a high-risk pregnancy t

w. My complications had been terrifying. I had spen

held my hand through the

ching my stomach. "Please

nal again. It's the hormones. This is exactly why

. Like I was a hysterical woman he had to

shaking. "Get out. Both o

. It was a col

ng, sweetie. You're just the incubator for his spare heir. But don't worry. Once you

ough me. I raised my hand, despera

faster. She s

he edge of the rug. I flailed, tryin

he hardwood floor,

hroat as a jagged pain

ivi

elled. It was me, screa

me. He moved toward Seren

Serena cried, burying her fa

troking her hair. He glanced down at me, c

coldly. "Stop acting like

in was coming in waves now, rhythmic and terrifyin

ispered. "Somet

es. He actually

grabbing his car keys. "Call a cab if you need to go

nd Serena and walked out the door, leaving me

. The silence of the apa

arper this time. I gasped, d

g my husband. I was

ing a cold clarity in its wak

a who had believed in their fairytale,