The Deaths Of Three

Summary

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house.

Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face.

My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry.

“Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!”

He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food.

I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big.