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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

The Day My Unborn Child Died in His Arms

"Avery, what on earth are you up to?" Asher questioned angrily. "Everything's okay—why are you pushing for a divorce?"


"Are you still holding the baby against me? I've told you, it wasn't intentional. It's just one miscarriage; we can try again," he retorted.


I couldn't help but laugh sarcastically. Did he think he was some sort of king?


I rolled my eyes, then noticed the suspicious red mark on his neck. "If someone else is ready to bear your child, so be it. But leave me out of it."


I hadn't been around lately; who knew what kind of excitement they'd been chasing? Maybe it thrilled them. But I was done being part of their warped charade.


"Rip up the papers all you want," I said calmly. "There's a printer in the study. I can make as many copies as necessary until you sign."


Asher obstinately refused, until Camilla, teary-eyed, produced a medical document and handed it to him with a look of feigned innocence.


Chapter 7