Six Months Pregnant: My Fiancé Buried Me

heart swelled with love

my world, and our baby, a girl, was go

orting him, my art echoing th

one call chan

omous lie on the tiny phone screen, accusing me

antly, his eyes colder than the

Emily,' he hissed, hi

arm, his grip bruising d

room, I saw the old steamer

what she felt,' he sna

r love, as he folded my limbs

llic click of a padlock sealed my

my last thought of our ch

s my body decomposed within

my robes, rearranging my life, c

ed; my memory, mal

man who put a ring on my finger, leave me t

d, merely a new beginni

n unseen tormentor in

r his carefully constructed lies, and

ry me, but they would soon discover t

if I had to orchestrate