My Family Wants Me Dead
At four months pregnant, I went to pick up my prenatal test results with my husband, Aiden Carter, who was an OB-GYN.
The smile at the corner of his lips froze the moment he saw the report. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and tried to schedule an abortion.
I stood there in shock. The attending physician, Dr. Marianne Cole, had just told me the baby was perfectly healthy!
I tore myself free and demanded, "Why do you want me to get an abortion?!"
He didn’t answer and had already scheduled the procedure.
When I tried to run, he yanked my arm tighter. "There's no way we are having this child!"
Clutching my belly, I hurried to call my parents, who were both OB-GYNs themselves.
Dad, who had always doted on me, raised his fist, aiming straight for my stomach.
Mom’s face twisted in horror, shaking her head wildly. "No, this won’t work. It can’t be like this."
"Find a few men. Lock Clara Hart in with them."
I didn’t understand why they were so desperate to destroy my child. All I wanted was to escape. Instead, they locked me inside a pitch-black room.
When I felt the blood trickling down my legs, I knew my baby was gone.
Mom came smiling to fetch me. I fought, demanding to know why they had done this to me.
Without responding, she turned around and sent me straight to Ravenwood Asylum.
I was tortured to death there.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I went to collect my prenatal report.
Aiden looked at me, his face glowing with joy. "Baby, this is our first child. I can’t wait for the day he’s born."