My Unborn Son Wants Me Dead

Summary

My wife, Quinn Foster, had become the youngest Section Chief in the Bureau of Classified Operations, all thanks to the supposed "voices" of the baby in her womb.

I was visiting her on a holiday leave when I first heard that chilling voice—a phenomenon that had reportedly helped her root out a mole in the Bureau.

The whisper, clear as a bell inside my head, was horrifying:

[Oh no, it’s the Bad Dad! He’s the one who stole and sold the core technology!]

In my previous life—the one that had just ended seconds ago—I hadn't even had a chance to speak.