The Broken Candle
I went into labor at the same time as the woman next door. My husband took me to the hospital, but I delivered a stillborn child.
Instead of comforting me, he lashed out, "Did you mess around while you were pregnant? Is that why you gave birth to such a monster?"
I lost my baby, my name was dragged through the mud, and I was forced to divorce him and leave with nothing.
One day, I happened to overhear my husband speaking to the neighbor:
"Good thing we swapped your stillborn baby with May's healthy one. If your in‑laws had looked closely, they would have realized the dead baby was actually ours."
That was when I finally understood the truth. They had been involved long before.
He pushed me on purpose, causing premature labor, just so they could take my healthy baby and give me her dead one.
When I confronted them, they held me down in the bathtub and drowned me.
Yet when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I went into early labor.
This time, I'll make sure she gives birth to that stillborn child.
This time, I will expose them both for their affair and for what they did to me.