His Barren Lie, Her Shattered Womb

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er, but it sliced through the silence of t

another hesitant step, reaching for my hand. "Abbey, please, let'

ix this?" My voice cracked, tears finally brimming in my eyes. "There's

ars. Six years of my life, my hopes, my dignity, all twisted into a cruel joke. Briana. Of course. It wasn't just some random affair. David and Bria

heart and made a baby with her while I was pouring my heart and soul into trying to conceive our child. Whi

his own cheek, a sharp, flat sound. "Please, Abbey, forgive me! It was a mistake! A terrible, unforgivable mistake, I know, but I swear... I love you! You're my wife

own child just to keep up this charade? Just to avoid facing the consequences of your actions?" The irony bit deep. He could so easily discard a life, a life he

ouldn't give me a child, Abbey. My mother, the family... the pressure was immense. I n

ld use my deepest pain as an excuse for his abhorrent actions was a new, deeper wound. My mind raced back, stitching together moments, realizing the timeline. Bri

have one. With Briana. Consider your wish granted. I'm leaving. You can have your heir, and your '

ative letter opener on his desk. Before I could react, he plunged the sharp, ornate blade into his forearm, drawing a gasp from me as blood i

ced the air. "David!

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horror, darted from David's bleeding arm to my stunned face. "You! You monster! What did y

ead hitting the sharp corner of a heavy antique console table. A searing pain exploded behind my eyes, and I felt a warm, sticky liquid trickl

oice, but it wasn't directed at me. "Briana! Are you alright? Are yo