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The Termination Plot

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 899    |    Released on: 22/12/2025

tapped on the group ch

rse than anything I

erek's friends-men I had hosted in my home, men who

red. I felt a wave of dizziness, and I had to

e paternity bet, but for something else. I scr

top. Underneath were dates, times, and names. Edison. Mark. Steve

been se

us, they had been letting these m

't a wife. I wasn't even a person to them. I was a commodity

d up in the chat fr

ight? I'm willing to

y. "Sorry, Frank. She's off the market

hink of her like a high-end escort. You

escort. The disgust was so intense it

er of degradation. They joked about my body,

peared at the top of the scr

cked

back in two days. We're having a welcome home pa

was where Derek and I had our wedding receptio

get everyone excited for the bi

age l

ed. I felt a vio

sonogram picture. The one I

n child, Else had added a cap

OT OF

n, a certainty of what they planned for me at that party, began to form in my min

ast. I couldn'

otos, the schedule-everything-to a secure email address I had created yea

stairs. Derek was

the phone back on the table, exactly where it h

d, his eyes narrowing s

k," I lied, forcing a sha

ning into that familiar mask of fake conc

as just talking to Else. She's coming home! We're throwing a par

s. "The Pavilion? Derek, I don't

for Else. After everything you put her through, it's the l

lie. The foundation of t

l up to it," I said

oice was low, threatening. "You owe her this. You will be there, you will be

uddenly menacing. He grabbed my a

e?" he hissed, his f

but cold, empty darkness. No love. No

to work, I had to go. I had

, my voice trembli

ard the door. "Good. Now go get ready

tion. But he didn't know that I wa

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“At eight months pregnant, I believed my life was a fairy tale. I had a perfect home, a miracle son on the way, and Derek-the husband who worshipped the ground I walked on. Or so I thought. One piece of paper turned my fairy tale into a horror story. A vasectomy certificate, hidden in the back of a drawer in his office. It was dated a year ago-six months before our child was conceived. Panic drove me to his corporate office, desperate for an explanation, praying for a misunderstanding. But the truth waiting for me behind his closed door was sharper than any knife. "I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," his best friend, Edison, laughed. "She walks around glowing like a saint." "Patience," my husband's voice replied, cold and unrecognizable. "The bigger she gets, the harder she falls. And the bigger my payout. It's all for Else." They weren't just lying. They were betting. They were gambling on my humiliation, treating my life and my unborn child as props in a sick game to avenge his sister. Standing in that hallway, clutching my belly, the woman I used to be shattered. But from the shards, something new was born. Something cold, calculating, and merciless. I didn't flee. I didn't scream. I wiped my face and composed a smile that didn't reach my eyes. If they wanted a game, I would play. But they had no idea that the rules had just changed. I wasn't the prize anymore. I was the punishment.”
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