Seven Years A Prisoner Wife

e simple act filled her with a thrilling, terrifying resolve. Her countdown had begun. The life she had meticulously planned, the escape she had paid for with ye

d like confusion, maybe even a hint of something softer. One evening, he came home early and found her in the kitchen, sketching on the back of a grocery list. He didn't say anything, just stood in the doorway for a long moment before turning and wa

d, she used a small portion of her escape fund to buy a pregnancy test from a pharmacy in the next town over. Back in the cold silence of her room, she watched as two pink lines appeared. Positive. T

eard her and pushed the door open, his face a mixture of annoyance and concern. He saw the box for the pr

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nse of wonder. "Our baby." He saw it not as a child, but as a chance at redemption, a way to erase the past and build a new future. He started fussing over her, helping

t the hurt was a deep chasm between them. Was this change real? Or was it just for the baby, a new, perfect object to replace the one he had lost? She looked at her p