My Husband Murdered Our Unborn Baby

ra Mars

critical!" The doctor's voice cut through my fog

ms crossed. He didn't move. He didn't speak. His face was as

ng? They're talking about your wife." Her voice was fragile as tiss

omething, this is her move. It's her go-to attention-seeking trick. Don't

er, stepped between Easton and the medical team. "This

doctor. "Her blood p

ancy-induced hypertension with massive hemorrhaging. She needs an emergency C-section and a blood t

f medical scare tactics are these? Trying to frighten me into payi

a medical report. "Her hemoglobin levels are dangerously low. Her

ll. "She's putting on a performance! She just wants me to pay these ou

s voice rose in anger. "Do you understa

n herself! Always exaggerating, always spending money like water.

atment. After all, she is pregnant. But these costs are astronomical. And her insurance... I just don't understand why she

thought she could use this baby to force my hand. Well, not a chance!" He looked at the doctor, then at me. "I refuse to authorize any

angrily, stepping forward. "You are deliberately withholdin

should I pay for a thief's medical bills?" He pulled out his phone. "I'm calling my lawyer. If any of you so much as touches her w

trick did you think you could pull? Did you think you could use this baby ag

asped. "Easton," I breathed, my voice so fain

think you have a choice? You h

whispered, tears blurring my vision. "I don't want a

'll pay for humiliating me in public. I'll make sure you're prosecuted

ra, dear, Easton just cares so much about his money. You know how he is. W

h to push her away. Her touch

. The air grew thick with the metallic

n!" a nurse screamed. "C