After She Killed Our Infant, My Husband Defended Her

Summary

Fresh from the ER, I found the hospital room barricaded. Julian’s assistant, Angela, held my newborn, her eyes full of malice. Before I could react, she hurled the baby to the floor. The crying stopped.

I fought to get up, but Julian just stood there, cold and detached. Angela snatched the baby up again, glared at me—her eyes so much like mine—and hissed, “This is what you owe me. Today, you’ll pay with his life.”

The baby fell still, growing cold. My world broke. I scrambled to hold him, screaming for someone to call the police. Julian slapped my phone away. His voice was ice: “Don’t.