Unmasking A Monster: My Husband's Lies

he signed document into a f

him. "It' s for a new offshore

eive me for years. It seemed to satisfy him. He nodded, the suspicion

hings to me, Chloe. You ha

t," I replied, the words ta

bed, and I stayed in my office, the signed paper

as I was drinking my coffee. I dismissed it as stress.

up my breakfast, a cold, terr

work, hiding it in my purse. In the bathroom

ink l

gna

d. A baby. A child conceived not in love, but in a transa

the tiny life inside me. This baby was innocent. It was m

e Ethan without revealing the father of my child to be a monster, a cr

d at war. Could I still go through with it

ho had preyed on my love. He would be a danger to my child.

ce from work for doctor' s appointments would

him that

oice neutral. "I have somethin

he other end of the line. So

tha

said, his voice flat

ongratulate me. He didn' t smile. He just stared straight a

hospital," he said.

joy. There was only a cold, tense pressure in the car. He was

" I said, placing

hed a busy intersection, the light turne

clear the intersect

the wheel har

es and shattering glass. The car spun, an

rything went black was the side

nding, and a dull, aching emptiness was spreading through my lowe

ce a mask of worry. "Chloe,

I whispered, my

I' m so sorry. The impact... the doctors di

re agony. My baby. My innocent, tiny baby was gone

rly. The doctors said the blow to my head had caused temporar

, I was

wning in grief. And that' s

lay in the dark, he

ible time, I know. But there are some insurance documents for the accident. And s

fingers numb and clums

barely think. I just wanted the pain to stop. I sig

away ev

but he wasn' t just a

lift. I could make out shapes, then colors. I kept my eyes clos

nking I was asleep. He was

ctly still,

triumphant. "The final transfer documents. She h

sharp, ugly laugh.

art s

ial whisper. "I saw the truck coming. I knew exactly when to swerve. It looked li

dn' t just t

t killed our b

red our chil