On our anniversary, I learned my husband killed my ChildrenChapter 1
Four miscarriages for the last years. But this morning, I stared at the pregnancy test and saw two pink lines. I cried until my throat ached. I pressed the test to my chest and whispered, “Please stay. Please stay with me.”
I wiped my tears, stood up, and started planning how I’d surprise my husband tonight, especially that it was also our anniversary and he prepared a dinner for us. We have been waiting for this baby!
But then a notification popped up on my phone. A charge from our shared credit card. It was 2 million dollars from Tiffany Co.
A smile tugged at my lips. Maybe he bought me a necklace for our anniversary. Maybe he’s finally planning something romantic again and forgot that we shared the credit card.
I grabbed my bag, fixed my hair, and rushed out. I can’t wait to see his face once he finds out about our baby.
But fate decided to surprise me first.
Halfway down the street, right behind the jewelry boutique, I saw him. Lewis. Standing outside, holding a tiny black velvet box—a necklace.
And standing in front of him…
Victoria. My adopted sister… whom I haven’t seen since four years ago because she was busy traveling the world due to her work.
At first, my brain tried to give them innocent explanations.
Maybe he’s helping her choose something for me. Maybe they wanted to surprise me with that necklace.
But then Lewis opened the box. Victoria gasped softly, touching her chest. Then Lewis leaned closer. Too close. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt, maybe just a brotherly kiss since they always have been close, but then Victoria kissed him on the lips, and they both laughed at each other.
The world blurred. My ears rang. My knees weakened, and for a moment, I thought I was actually fainting.
Lewis… my husband…
Victoria… my sister…
I stumbled back as quietly as I could, swallowing the scream rising in my throat. My vision tunneled as I forced myself into a cab and went straight home. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I felt hollow, like someone scooped out my insides and left only air where my heart should be.
That night, my phone buzzed.
Lewis:
Love, I’m so sorry. I’m swamped. We’ll celebrate tomorrow instead. I promise.
Tomorrow?
After kissing my sister today?
I turned my phone face-down and crawled under the blanket. I didn’t reply.