Joyce writer
"I will never give you a child," I whispered, placing my one hand over my stomach.
"Perfect," my husband said. "I will never allow you to carry my child to full term. Never!"
He had no idea I was already carrying his twins.
For three years I have been the wife nobody knows about. I have knelt, apologized and swallowed everything they handed me, because the man I loved was cruel and the mother I begged for love gave it to someone else. Now I am carrying the one thing my husband swore he would never allow, and the people who should protect me are the ones feeding me poison. I only wanted one person to choose me. But by the time he finally does, I will be gone already.
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