Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage

riek cut through the haze o

ng me completely. He knelt, his voice full

cold stone patio. No one came to help. The party guests stared, w

throat. It was so absurd. So horribly, predictably cruel. A

eternity, a couple of the cater

ambulance?" one of them

ke of my head. "No.

hem, a kind-faced woman, gently cleaned the gash on my head with a napkin. Th

your husband?" s

tasting like ash. "Th

iscussing my "vicious attack" on "poor, pregnant Geneva

y lips. It sounded like the cry of a dying animal. The cate

feet. I had to get out. I stumbled through the house, my vis

onto the bed, every muscle in my body trembling. Just a few m

drifte

, searing pain in my a

started to close up, my skin erupting in angr

ile on his face. In his hand was a fistful

anywhere," he sa

oiled, trying to sc

t, my voice a strangled w

cked up my purse from the nightstand, rum

g it in front of my fa

and desperate. He snatched it back,

aved," he sneered, his fac

ut a moment's hesitation, threw my life

was a raw, d

ing in protest, and crawled towards t

weaker, my vision tunneling. I collapsed ont

new wave of agony. Sharp, piercing pains

roken glass. Shards of all sizes, glinting

en, bleeding freely. One shard had narrowly missed

as too swollen. All I could ma

d child, the one I had raised

eneva stood there, silhouett

proudly over my broken body, and her first

And you could have damaged her face. Her marrow is the most im

tai

t floated through the darknes

ut me. She was worried

everything