His Fatal Love
My husband’s first love had a miscarriage. He insisted that it was my doing and forced me to give my daughter up.
“If it weren’t for you, Becky wouldn’t have a miscarriage! You should let her have your baby! You must pay for her pain of losing her baby!”
I begged for mercy and resisted him. However, he grabbed my hair and kicked my belly even though I had just delivered my baby.
He tied me up and locked me up in the basement for fear that I might run away. But I was dying. He even made a nice excuse.
“You’re petty and jealous. You harmed Becky too. Since you feel no remorse, I’ll punish you and lock you up in the basement to reflect on your mistakes!”
Seven days later, his first love found the baby too noisy and got annoyed by the baby. Suddenly, he thought of me.
“Let her have the baby. And see if she’s behaving herself.”
Little did he know that I was rotting in the basement with maggots eating away at my body.