I set up a tombstone for my unborn child,
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How could they be happy? This couldn’t just
end like this.
If no one else would give me justice, I would
get it myself.
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Emily actively sought me out.
She asked why I wasn’t curious about when
John had gone to see her.
Her expression was a mix of confusion and
smugness.
I swallowed my pain medication and told her
to get lost.
“You were just pregnant, and John said the
sight of you made him sick. That ‘training‘ trip
overseas? He was with me. Those were the
best days of my life, Emily. Give up.”
“He’s mine.”
During that time…
I was alone at the postpartum recovery
center.
I thought I was being his strong support
system.
I thought he’d understand, be grateful.
Turns out, he was gallivanting around
overseas with Lily.
He’d played the part so well, for so long.
He deserved an Oscar for fooling me.
I consulted a lawyer about suing.
He said I had no chance.
All the evidence favored John.
There was no proof Lily caused the
miscarriage.
The video only proved my “infidelity,” nothing
else.
The home security footage had been deleted.
I’d spent almost all my money on the house,
and my parents had borrowed the rest during
my pregnancy.
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I had enough left for two months‘ rent.
I went back to the house under the pretense
of getting some things.
Every trace of my existence had been erased.
Even our wedding photos were replaced with
pictures of them.
I was weak after the hospital, almost falling
on the stairs.
My face was gaunt, I’d lost half my hair.
John was momentarily surprised to see me,
but his expression remained cold.
“You wouldn’t be like this if you’d agreed to
leave Lily alone. You could have had half of
I scoffed.
He’d never give me half.
He’d probably already hidden his assets.
“I’m here to take Max home.”
A flicker of guilt crossed John’s eyes. “I’ll
have someone send him to you.”
The next second, a horrific yelp echoed from
the master bedroom. I ran inside.
Max lay on the floor, barely breathing, looking
at me pathetically.
“Max!”
I dropped to my knees.
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Max was my corgi, adopted before the
marriage, usually so well–behaved and gentle.
“Lily! You bitch!”
I shoved Lily, nearly knocking her over.
John rushed in front of me, glaring.
“It’s just a dog! What’s wrong with you?!”
Right, he didn’t care about his own child.
Why would he care about a dog?
My heart was breaking.
Max was like my child, and he was old!
“John, he bit me first! I was defending
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Lily started crying, and John comforted her.
“Max never bites! He wouldn’t have bitten you
unless you provoked him!”
Clumps of fur were scattered on the floor,
clearly pulled out. She’d hurt a defenseless
animal.
Rage surged through me, and I coughed up
blood.
John hesitated, then Lily pulled him back.
“John, that dog is dirty, stay away.”
John hesitated for a few seconds, then
stayed close to Lily, staring at me.
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I wiped my mouth, feeling nauseous.
Max nudged my leg, drooling.
Lily suddenly kicked him hard while I wasn’t
looking.
I tried to shield him with my hand, but despite
my efforts, Max yelped in pain.
He quickly went still.
“Max, Max…”
Lily continued to cling to John’s arm, sobbing,
“John, I thought he was going to attack! I was
scared he’d hurt you! I didn’t mean to!”
“Lily!”
