“Put those damn babies back in. Stitch her up!”
Paralyzed by sedation and grief, I lay there unable to save the babies who stopped kicking inside me…
As if that wasn’t enough, Sullivan dragged my limping traumatized body to a grave still wet with dirt and forced me to kneel like a sinner.
He forced my head down until my forehead split open, and my blood mingled with soil.
“I just wanted her child to be the heir!” he snapped, towering over me like a god passing judgment. “Shannah’s been through hell. If her baby inherits, no one will ever look down on her again. But you—you couldn’t stand that, could you?”
“She died giving birth to my heir! They died—both of them!” he shouted, shaking with rage. “And now, I swear, you’re going to pay for that!”
And just like that, he beat me to death right beside the grave of the mistress he loved like his wife.
The next thing I knew… I was breathing again, lying in that same hospital bed, right before the man I married would kill his own children and their mother.
But this time, I wouldn’t let that happen; I’d give Sullivan and Shannah the fairytale they wanted.
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