I Let Him Have His Moonlight, Now He’s Undone
Language: en
The anesthesia faded, replaced by a sharp, knifing pain in my abdomen. I was bleeding heavily, nurses rushing around me, but my husband Arthur was gone. My newborn daughter gave a faint cry. Arthur’s assistant rushed in, panicked. "Mrs. Ashford, Mr. Ashford sent me to get the young miss. Miss Reed is feeling down, and he thought the baby could cheer her up for a few days." My voice broke as I grabbed his arm. "Does he know I'm hemorrhaging? That she was premature, in an incubator?" "He knows. He said you're strong—an heiress. You'll pull through. Miss Reed’s stream is struggling, and she’s…