Selena pov“Mark, open the door!”I slammed both hands against the iron gate, my swollen belly aching as the infected screamed behind me.“Mark, please! They're coming! Open the damn door!”Through the narrow gap in the gate, I saw my husband standing beside Vivian, his arms wrapped around my stepsister's waist. Behind them, my father, stepmother, and several other members of Mark's family watched me like I was a stranger begging for scraps.I was covered in blood. My shoes were gone, my legs trembled beneath me, and my baby had barely moved for the last hour. “Mark, I'm carrying your child!” I screamed. “You promised you'd protect us!”Vivian buried her face against his chest, laughing. “Oh, Selena. You still believe he cares about you?” “Shut up, Vivian!” I shouted. “Mark, look at me! I'm your wife!”Mark finally stepped toward the gate. For one foolish second, hope flooded my chest. Then he looked me in the eyes and said, “You should have stayed where I left you.”My b
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