The Day My Unborn Child Died in His Arms

A vehicle collision left me severely wounded and bleeding. Asher, the man who had once sworn to my parents he'd always keep me safe, didn't even look my way. He was preoccupied with securing the seatbelt for his longtime friend, gazing at her adoringly. "Silly girl, if you bump your head again, don't come complaining to me," he said teasingly. A bystander summoned an ambulance for me, which ultimately stopped my bleeding. Seven days later, that same longtime friend, Camilla, approached me confidently, holding a revealing nightgown. She waved it in front of me with a smug expression. "Avery, I