Devil in the Womb
The day I found out I was pregnant with my second child, the impossible happened: the baby in my womb spoke.
"Stupid sister, are you even listening? Mom said that as soon as you graduate, she's selling you off. That money is for my future wedding!"
My daughter went still. She didn't say a word, didn't confront me, didn't even cry. She just quietly applied to study abroad. And from that day on, I never heard from her again.
My husband, seeing how devastated I was, moved to comfort me. But the baby's voice cut through the silence once more.
"Comfort her? You're the biggest fool in this house! When I'm born, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' My real dad is that handsome guy from the bar!"
The color drained from Sean's face.
Before I could utter a word of explanation, he dragged me straight to the hospital for a paternity test.
The results came back quickly—my best friend had pulled some strings to expedite them.
And there it was, in cold, clinical print: NO PATERNITY BIOLOGICALLY ESTABLISHED.
He didn't let me speak. He filed for divorce immediately.
In a panic, the baby's voice cried out from inside me again, "Why is the idiot backing out now? Did he finally figure out Mom tricked him? The one who saved his life all those years ago wasn't her—it was her best friend!"
That one sentence shattered my entire world. My husband turned his back on me and married my best friend.
As for me… the shock and grief hit me like a physical blow. I felt a hot, sudden gush of blood. Before the doctors could save me, I died on that cold hospital bed, my hands clutching my swollen belly, my mind still reeling, unable to comprehend how my life had unraveled so completely.
It wasn't until I was reborn, and once again heard the treacherous little voice inside me, that I finally began to understand the truth.