The Deadly Ride

Summary

On my prenatal check-up day, Eric was too busy, so Althea—his so-called "childhood friend"—drove me.

She suddenly jerked the wheel. Metal screamed as we crashed into a semi-truck. The world collapsed around us.

I didn’t call Eric, an ER doctor. I called 911 and waited.

Because last time, I called him first. He saved our baby, but Althea bled out and died.

He pretended not to blame me, even arranging a private room for my recovery.

Then, on the day I was discharged, he took me to Althea’s grave—and stabbed me.

My baby died instantly. As I bled out, his eyes burned with hatred.