When Love Became a Nightmare

become a punctuation mark, a thing you add to the end of a sentence without thinking. I stared at the screen, a knot forming in my stomach.

tic look. "He' s working late again, Mrs. Davis?" he asked. I just nodded, my heart pounding a little faster. The elevator ride to th

against the far wall, and he wasn' t alone. His assistant, Olivia Stone, was with him. Her dress was hiked up her thighs, and Mark' s hand

ng to ice. Then I heard their voices, low and intimate. "When

me handle it. Ever since she got pregnant, she' s become...

just a few weeks ago when we saw the positive test, the future we' d planned for our child-it was all a lie. A sharp, cramping

ed off the sofa, pulling his suit jacket straight. Olivia just watched, a flicker o

rasp. He started towards me, his hands ou

ned to run, to escape the office, the building, this entire nightmare. My vision

ch the emergency stairs. I heard him running after me,

e stairwell. I tried to pull away, to shake him o

alance. For a split second, I was airborne, and then I was tumbling, my body hitting the hard, cold steps over and

en glancing down. He went straight to her. "Are you okay? Did she scar

hands and saw the blood. Not from a scrape, but a darker, more terrifying flow that was starting to soak t

ich had been a mask of concern for Olivia, was now just a blank slate of shock. He stood there,