The Fake Death Plot

eting moment, I imagined I saw a flash of unease in his expression, as

dn't

he guest room, the one right next to ours. He fussed over her, making

r abdomen. It was a dull, persistent ache I' d had for a few months. The

a that hadn't happened yet. The g

ing cramp that made me double over. A cold sweat broke out on my f

m, the door was slightly

said," Ethan was saying. "It's for

d with fake concern. "She's always wanted a chil

gna

as getting worse. I leaned against the wal

gh-risk because of her poor health. And besides, with her family's history of... instability... it's

ad no history of instability. He was just making excuses. H

Olivia' s pregnancy, came rushing back. He was already a father the

ning. I was pregnant. And he was pla

unbearable, an

filled my nostrils. Ethan was sitting by my side, hol

ice hoarse. "Thank God yo

. The performance was flawless. The conce

, my voice weak. "The ba

m so sorry. The doctor said... there were complications. Yo

ce. It wasn't a miscarriage. It was a

aped my lips. He was so cruel

the physical pain of the surgery. The only thing I could

ith tears. "We can have other children. I promise. As soon as you'

d was for him to suffer. To feel a frac

She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that emphasized her flat stomach. The bump from my memory wa

er voice dripping with false sympathy. She placed the lil

s mock

gleaming with a victory she barely tried to

her. I just st

d quietly when she trie

er face. She looked at Ethan, her eyes

utching her stomach. "Oh!" she cried out, her f

oor, conveniently landing

ng up. He shot me a furious l

en ask. He j

o his arms. "I'm taking

e room, carrying her as if she were the most precious thing in the worl

lilies she had brought

I whispered to the empty r

d already give

n't co