Chapter one

Chapter one: 

"You're cursed. You can't give my son children so what's the use of being a wife?" 

My mother in law's words slipped into my heart like a hot blade. The room fell silent immediately. 

I lowered my gaze, my vision blurry with tears. My grip around the wooden table tightened so hard it would leave marks.

I glanced at my husband across the table, expecting him to defend me. To tell his mother it wasn't my fault but he didn't. 

Kingston remained quiet, he buried his face in his meal and let his family humiliate me. 

His silence only worsened the ache in my heart. I felt suffocated sitting with them and the only person I hoped would get me out of it, didn't. 

My father in law, barrister Jacob, cleared his throat, lowering his glass of wine from the tip of his lips. "That's enough Caroline, she's still grieving. Cut her some slack."

My mother in law scoffed, unimpressed. "It's been 7 years honey, the only thing she's good at is killing my grandchildren." 

“Car—" 

“Mom’s right dad, Kingston isn't saying anything because he knows it's true. She's bad luck." Samantha cut her father off smoothly, like she'd been waiting for the opportunity.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. My lips parted slowly. “They were my kids too." I whispered.

Every head turned. Surprise flicked across their faces, like the quiet little wife had finally grown a mouth.

“What did you say?" Caroline asked, her voice sharp.

“I said.." my voice trembled. “They were my kids too. It's not my fault Caroline, If I could go back and do it all over again I would, but do not call me a killer, I did not kill my child.” 

"The mute can speak, impressive.” Samantha muttered, her voice filled with mockery. "Don't try to play the victim here Hannah. We all know you took that road on purpose even after Kingston warned you not to.”

“That's not—" 

“Enough!" 

Kingston's fist slammed the table so hard, the silverwave jumped.  

I flinched. His eyes were bloodshot with fury but not at any of them—they were aimed straight at me. 

“You will not speak to my family in such a disrespectful tone, Hannah. Apologise." He uttered, his voice low and cold.

"Now.” 

The words landed heavier than the blow. Seven years of swallowing every insult, every sideways glance, every quiet night he turned his back on me and this was the moment he chose to speak.

I lowered my gaze, tears rolling my cheeks.

" I'm sorry.” 

When I looked up again, I stared at him, waiting for the husband I once knew to appear but he never did.

Caroline shifted in my seat, pride swelling in her chest. "Kingston, don't get upset. It's fine.”

She reached for his hand and gave it a light squeeze as he sat down. "I'll get you a new wife. Hannah isn't worthy of your patience.”

A scoff almost slipped from my lips but I contained it, digging my fingers into the table. " Please… excuse me.” I said walking out of the dining room tears at the brim of my eyelids.

I felt something inside me, I felt myself slipping. Losing another child and being humiliated and accused of causing it was causing a string in the pit of my stomach. 

Walking into my bedroom,I closed my door quietly before lying in my bed the tears already falling. I remember my husband, Kingston. The way he just sat there eating his food and saying nothing while his mother and sister bashed me was so hurtful. 

Isn't he supposed to be my husband?

The tears came again and this time,I couldn't even hold back. I held a pillow to my face and soaked it with all the liquid my eyes could produce