A Woman Scorned Came to Light
I was four months pregnant when I discovered that my husband had fallen for our young family helper.
He dropped to his knees and started slapping himself repeatedly with such force that blood rolled down from the corner of his mouth. He sobbed, swearing it was just a drunken mistake, swearing to me he'd never see her again.
Thinking of the baby growing inside me, my heart softened, and I tore the divorce papers.
The day I went into labor, I suffered serious complications.
The baby was stillborn, and the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. He didn't even get the chance to cry.
I was drowning in grief, but then my husband walked into the delivery room holding the family helper's baby in his arms.
"Don't be sad, Kelda. She's willing to let you raise her child."
My anger ran so deep that I bit my lip until it bled.
It was all my fault!
I had been treating him too well all these years. He had completely forgotten what I, Kelda Shaw, was really capable of.