Let’s not meet again in the next life
I was eight months pregnant, practically
waddling, when someone slipped me an
abortion pill. One minute I’m dreaming of tiny
toes, the next I’m staring at a bloodbath in my
own damn bathroom.
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Liam, bless his frantic heart, blew through
every red light in town to get me to the
hospital. He even hauled in the city’s top OB-
GYN, just to save my pathetic ass.
I woke up on the operating table way too
⚫ damn early. And what I overheard sent a chill
down my spine.
“We agreed on an abortion, Liam! Why the
hell did they take her uterus too?” That was
my brother, Connor. Sounded like he wanted
to punch someone’s lights out.
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“Liam, you had no right to strip her of her
motherhood!”
Then Liam’s voice, usually so damn smooth,
cut through the air like a shard of ice:
“Letting that thing live for eight months was the only mercy she deserved.”
“Only Madison and my kid deserve to be the
heirs of the family business. This is a debt
she owes her, and she has to pay it!”
And just like that, my perfect marriage
⚫ crumbled to dust. Turns out, I was the only
one in love. Liam’s heart belonged to my
stepsister. Fine. I’ll play along for now, and
then I’ll cut them all deep.
“That abortion pill was strong stuff. There’s
no way Natalie can have kids again. But with
く
our support, little Preston’s place in the
family is rock solid.”
“Have you even thought about how Natalie
will fall apart when she wakes up and finds
out her baby is gone and she will never have
another?”
