Hold the Birth Back
I was nine months along and ready to give birth, but my husband, Sean Conner, had me locked in the basement storage room and told me to hold the baby in. He said it was because his late brother’s wife, Quinn Faber, was also due today.
Years ago, Sean and his brother had agreed that the first child born to the Conners would be raised as the heir and inherit the family inheritance.
“Quinn’s baby must come first,” Sean said as if it were nothing. “She lost her husband and has nothing. You already have my love. It’s only right that the inheritance goes to her child.”
The pain from the contractions folded me over, and I cried, begging him to take me to the hospital. He wiped my tears with a d