Better Dead Than Married
Ariel and I married into the Jahn family—and got knocked up around the same time.
I landed Edmond, the older brother and a hotshot forensic pathologist. She got Philip, the cop.
At six months pregnant, I started bleeding. Instead of rushing me to the ER, Edmond dragged me into an OR.
"Keyla was in a car crash. Messed up her leg. Whatever this is, deal with it later. Help her first."
Ariel tried yanking me out, but Philip was already outside, blocking the door.
"Keyla's the patient. If you've got an ounce of medical ethics, you'll save her."
We were trapped.
So, we did the surgery.
Then Keyla had someone cut us open and dump our bodies in the woods.
We died hating them all.
Edmond and Philip didn't figure it out till they dug us up—too little, way too late.