He Stole My Womb, Lost All

gna

as pregnant wit

sleeping with my attacker the entire time. The man who had held me while I wept

e door, my hand instinctively going to my own flat stomach. A phan

armth. The sight of red, so much red, staining my white dress, poolin

"I will make her pay," he had roared, his face a mask of fury. "I will curs

when he described the tattoo artist branding her face. I remembered seeing the news report, a blurry

ance. An elaborate, sadisti

my cheek. I wiped it away with the back of

a dead thing, cold and devoid of any w

a normal life, away from the chaos of my past. I had let myself be soft, pliant, trusting.

ornered wolf is the most

backed into the co

y from the study, my st

yes wide with surprise at seeing me. "Is ev

r the soft light of the chandeliers, was my wedding dress. A custom-designed Vera Wang, flown in from New York, adorned

, feeling like a princess. Kayson had held me from behind, his chin on my shoul

itch in the web of deceit he had woven around me. The beautiful white silk was a shroud,

itten the inside of my lip, hard. The pain was a

repeated, a flicker of

n place. "That dress," I said, my voice as c

ut... it'

ded. "Burn it. I don't ev

e in disbelief. "But... Miss Pac

rand staircase, leaving her standing there, a statue of shock