My Unborn Son Wants Me Dead
Language: en
My wife, Quinn Foster, had become the youngest Section Chief in the Bureau of Classified Operations, all thanks to the supposed "voices" of the baby in her womb. I was visiting her on a holiday leave when I first heard that chilling voice—a phenomenon that had reportedly helped her root out a mole in the Bureau. The whisper, clear as a bell inside my head, was horrifying: [Oh no, it’s the Bad Dad! He’s the one who stole and sold the core technology!] In my previous life—the one that had just ended seconds ago—I hadn't even had a chance to speak. Quinn had instantly leveled her…