I Called a Cow My Wife and Fed Our Child My Blood — Novel

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Life at the ranch has turned Tom into something unrecognizable. As his wife, Ginny is desperate to confront the man who once promised her the world but now seems lost among the livestock. When Tom cradles a newborn calf as if it were their daughter, the tension between them ignites a storm of emotions. Is he truly mad, or has he found a strange sense of purpose in the animal's eyes?

With each passing moment, Ginny grapples with her anger and confusion while trying to reclaim not only her husband but the family they once envisioned together. The arrival of Steve, Tom’s wife’s first love, complicates matters further, as guilt and desperation intertwine into a tangled web of unresolved feelings. What is the price of loyalty when the past threatens to upend the present?

As Ginny battles to uncover the truth behind Tom's bizarre behavior, she must confront her own fears: Is it too late to save their marriage? Can love withstand the weight of betrayal and the haunting specter of the past? In a world where the lines between sanity and madness blur, can they find a way back to each other, or will the ranch become their final battleground?

I Called a Cow My Wife and Fed Our Child My BloodChapter 1

On the day our daughter turned one month old, my wife’s first love stormed into our home, clutching his unconscious child in his arms. He slapped himself hard across the face as he dropped to his knees before me, banging his head against the floor over and over.

“If I hadn’t fallen ill and been hospitalized, I would’ve never dared to trouble you to watch my kid,” he cried, tears streaming down his face. “If you want to kill me, go ahead. But please, I beg you—spare my child!”

My wife, Ginny Yelts, furious beyond words, banished me to a cattle ranch to reflect on the concept of paternal love.

One month later, she returned with the entire family to bring me home. When they arrived, I was gently calling after a newborn calf, urging it not to run too fast. My wife observed the scene, then nodded approvingly.

“Looks like your time at the ranch has finally nurtured your fatherly instincts.”

I ignored her entirely and leaned down to plant a kiss on the face of a large yellow cow. “What do you and our daughter want for dinner tonight?”