His Wife His Secret My Escape
Language: en
“I’m getting married, Brian.” I choked out the words, wiping the tears from my eyes with a cold, mocking laugh as he finally stepped into the hospital room. The sun was already up. He looked pale, his face a mask of practiced concern as he leaned over me, whispering that we could always try again, that there would be other babies. “Don’t be ridiculous, Paige. There’s no way you’re pregnant,” he had snapped over the phone just hours ago, his voice dripping with irritation. “I’m busy. I’ll make up for your birthday later.” I had been standing on the stairs then, my hands slick with blood, my…