To please his young lover, my
husband left me in the deep
mountains when I was in the late
stage of pregnancy.
Chapter 1
The day Jake hosted clients at our house, his
little childhood sweetheart, Brianna, accused
me of breaking her mom’s antique vase.
He demanded I apologize. I gritted my teeth
and refused.
Brianna fanned the flames, “Jake, this
is a
crucial time for the company. And Sarah’s
pregnant, her head’s not screwed on right. It’s
messing with the deal.”
Just like that, nine months pregnant, Jake
They locked me in from the outside. I went
into labor, alone. Both my baby and I died.
A month later, at his alumni reunion, his old
professor asked about me. He remembered
me: “Check on her. See if Sarah’s come to
her senses.”
“If she has, bring her home.”
By then, my body was already rotting…
“Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson’s almost due.
That cabin’s in the middle of nowhere.
Shouldn’t we bring her back here?”
My husband’s assistant, Kevin, was polite,
watching Jake’s face.
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“Yeah, well…” Jake tapped his desk, eyes
glued to his phone.
“Okay, look, the professor asked about Sarah
the other day. Run up there, see if she knows
she screwed up. If she does, bring her back.”
Hearing that, a wave of bitterness and grief
washed over me.
I was already past my due date. Jake, the
baby’s father, couldn’t even remember when
it was supposed to be.
Now, all he wanted was to know if I knew I
screwed up? In his mind, me and the baby
were less important than his precious
Brianna.
My chest tightened Lauess I’d been burt co
My chest tightened. I guess I’d been hurt so
much, I was numb.
I felt something cold on my cheek. I went to
wipe it away, and then I remembered: I was
dead.
My soul drifted with Kevin back to that cabin,
stopping at the front door.
Looking at the dried blood seeping from
under the door, I remembered the agony of
labor.
Jake and Brianna had thrown me in that
cabin. As soon as they left, I went to open the
door, but it was locked from the outside.
I was starving, yelling for help. But the area
didn’t have many people, everyone lived so far
I just kept being hungry and tired, hoping
someone would come by, hoping Jake would
have a change of heart and let me out.
But I went into labor, and no one came.
The baby was stuck. I watched the amniotic
fluid flow out until there was none. I did
everything to get the kid out, but the kid
wasn’t getting enough air. It was stillborn. I
lost it, cried and screamed, and then bled to
death.
Tears mixed with blood, hate mixed with pain.
I was completely numb.
Kevin knocked on the door. All he heard was
the wind. No response from inside.
“Mrs. Anderson? Sarah? It’s Kevin. Mr.
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Anderson sent me to bring you home.”
He yelled a few more times. When he didn’t
hear anything, he noticed the lock on the
door.
Frowning, he called my cell. It went straight to
voicemail.
I’d been dead for almost a month. Of course
my phone was off.
When he couldn’t reach me, Kevin called Jake
back.
“Mr. Anderson, she’s not here. The door’s
locked, and she’s not answering her phone.”
“What? Did you look around? Maybe she went
for a walk?”
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Kevin shook his head. “I checked. She’s not
around.”
Jake was silent for a second. Then, coldly,
“Come back. Forget about it.”
“Pregnant and still causing problems!”
Kevin did as he was told and drove away.
I followed, staring at that lonely cabin, and
the baby inside.
I could rot in the fields. I could die,
unavenged. It was my fault. I had to pay for
my blindness, for being so stupid.
I deserved to die. I married a heartless
bastard for the so–called love.
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But I wanted my baby, carried for ten months,
but never got to see the world. I wanted the
baby to be buried with dignity.
