Her Babies, His Deadly Secret

iage was complete. This time, I had insisted on seeing a real

he looked at my chart, at the long history o

ng. Your uterine lining is... compromised. The repeated trauma... I'm afraid it's very unli

man

just taken my children. He had taken the v

later, his face a perfect mask of grief.

eard what the doctor said. Don't listen to her. We'll find other d

piders crawling on my skin. I wanted to scream, to claw at him, to tear the handsome, l

to be asleep. The space between us felt like a cha

A whisper, but it was as loud

loe

ain, a soft,

loe

truly needed. I was nothing

ace. I felt a tremor of fear, but a cold, hard anger pushed me forward. I started searching. In the bottom drawer of his

one thing. A thick, lea

It wasn't our wedding album. It wa

shrine

kling. Chloe on a college trip to Italy, posing in front of the Colosseum. Chloe at a garden party, looking over h

any were candid, taken without her knowledge.

ession was deep. It was old. It had been there all along, hiding in plain sight. I was just a tool he used. A respec

I could have ever imagined. My marriage wasn't just a