In the late stages of pregnancy, I was bringing lunch to my face-blind husband Dashiell when a frenzied grizzly bear attacked, tearing open my abdomen. I was left clinging to life.
My husband, an animal behavior specialist, trembled as he rushed me to the hospital. He donated blood for three straight days to keep me out of danger.
I was in a coma for two weeks, but my mind remained clear. That's when I fully discovered my husband's true nature.
"Dashiell, as instructed the boy has been switched. Should we send him to the orphanage? Do we really have to..."
"Stick to the original plan. Under cover of darkness, dump him in the wild animal area. A little snack for Grizzly."
"Calm Ember down. Say it's my fault for not being careful, which caused her premature labor..."
"Also, increase the dosage of my darling's medication. We can't risk her regaining her memories..."
Motionless in my coma, silent tears streamed down my face as my heart shattered.
The marriage I thought was blissful turned out to be nothing but agonizing pain and cold calculation.
I will carry this hatred, expose the lies, and flee far away.