The Scorned Bride's Masterpiece

stormed in, his face contorted with

ed, advancing on me.

d, my heart poundi

on. The maid saw you in the kitchen. You tried to poi

slammed me against the wall. The im

ild, could you?" he spat, his face inches fro

He was using my miscarriage, the secret

ce dripping with contempt, "you'd harm any child. Eve

. He threw the syringe onto the carpet. "You're c

he was lying in bed, an IV in her arm, looking pal

brielle," she whispered weakly. "She d

an commanded, hi

triumphant one. "I have nothing to a

to me!" E

elet on Molly's wrist. It was standard hospital proce

ega

rom our pre-marital screenings, the same ones that

and an AB-positive father cannot have an O-negative c

g across my face. I let my gaze drift from the

can learn from medical records. So much private information. It m

sed her face. She knew.

he fear take root. The first crack