I Died Carrying His Children, and He Lost His Mind in Regret
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Nine months pregnant with twins, I begged my husband to take me to the hospital. Instead, Cole locked me in the abandoned attic—because his first love, Ivy, claimed my belly “hurt her feelings.” I screamed through hours of contractions. No food. No water. No help. Downstairs, he held Ivy and kissed her like I no longer existed. Three days later, I died with my unborn children in my arms. Now I stand beside them as a ghost. 1 Three days later, Cole, sipping a bowl of rice porridge that didn't suit his taste, said: "Tell Mia to come out and make me a bowl of porridge, then apologize to…