After Seven Miscarriages, He Said He’d Treat Me Right

Summary

Five months pregnant, I was pushed from the third floor. Dr. Schrute saved me, but the baby, like the previous seven, was gone.

Desperate for a last glimpse, I overheard my husband Vincent and Dr. Schrute in a corner.

“Why harm your own child?” the doctor asked.

Vincent replied coldly, “Elara has her needs. This was foolproof.”

The truth about my lost children shattered me. My loving husband was the culprit.

Behind closed doors, Vincent demanded, “Perform a hysterectomy before Jane wakes up.”

Shocked, Dr. Schrute warned, “You’ll have no heir!”