A Quiet Goodbye
When I found out I was pregnant, Elroy Lousteau went all out—hired some fancy doctor, loaded me up with meds to "protect the baby."
He'd never believed in anything before, but suddenly he went to church, praying like his life depends on it.
"You've been through hell, babe. Once the baby's here, I swear I'll make it right."
That same day, I picked up his phone by accident.
"As instructed, the meds include a compound for permanent infertility. The baby will be stillborn.
"Ms. Tillon's baby is healthy and will be delivered safely—as the true Lousteau heir.
"Mrs. Lousteau won't suspect a thing. Your relationship's secure. You can rest assured."
I looked down at my belly.
He never loved me. Not really.
So I made up my mind—once the divorce papers were signed, I was gone. No looking back.