My appointment to have tubes tied was not until the following month. Prior to going there, I felt really sick and I thought it happened because I was too scared, or that maybe the prevention pills had not gotten of my system. I was not expecting to hear what the doctor had to say, though.

“You’re pregnant,” the doctor said. “CONGRATULATIONS.”

I could not believe it. I did not know whether to be happy or sad, or blessed or cursed when I heard the news, and I did not know how to break it to my husband. I spent hours thinking of ways to tell him, trying to figure out what to do. I eventually decided to cook his favorite meal, put on sexy lingerie, and hope for the best. I knew he did not want a third child, but maybe he would be happy once he knew we were expecting. Maybe he would once again be the man I had married, and once again my fantasy would came true again.

I told Austin I was pregnant when he got home, and he just stared at me when I was done. I asked him if I could maybe get him some water, and he did not even bother answering me. After about 30 minutes, he asked who the father of the “bastard” baby was, and I was in shock after the question. He took that as a sign of me being guilty, and I told him the baby was his. He then said he already had his babies, so he did not know what I was talking about. I got up to get the papers from the doctor and, when I showed him, he threw them in my face. He then started punching me, kicking my stomach, and he took a knife so he could cut off the evil baby I was carrying.

I did not understand what was happening. Why was that man so angry? He loved babies, so why would he do that to his own child? Not long after I lost consciousness, I woke up in a hospital bed unable to move an inch, and right there beside me was my husband and my adorable kids. They were so happy to see me, and I was so happy to see them too. I did not lay charges, mainly because I knew my husband felt guilty about what he had done. He apologised and assured me it would never happen again. I then went back home, and while the weeks were going by, life was good again. I had a miscarriage due to the pounding I had taken from my husband while I was pregnant, but I had forgiven him for everything.

Exactly two months after the incident, I asked Austin if he still wanted my tubes tied. He laughed at me and said ‘oh, but no one will ever sleep with you with that ugly body, never.”

I died inside after hearing Austin’s words, and I could not believe how evil he was to me. He had cut my stomach in half in an attempt to get the “evil” baby out, and now I had a permanent scar thanks to him. From then on, I became his maid. I was nothing more than just his helper around the house, and I was not allowed time alone with my kids. I could not buy new things for myself, and I was a prisoner in my own home. I became depressed, alone and very miserable. I had no one: no friends, no family, and no outside contacts.

After a while, I decided enough was enough, and I needed to end my life. I had nothing to live for, I could not even take my kids and run away because I had also started to resent them. They reminded so much of my husband, and I need to get away from that.

Soon after taking my decision to end my life, I gathered all the pills around the house, wore my favorite clothes, put on make-up, and swallowed every single pill. I could feel my soul getting out of my body, and I could sense peace was close. I smiled, just thinking about never seeing that man ever again. Soon after that, I heard voices and thought Jesus was calling my name. I then heard Austin’s voice ringing in my head. ‘Oh no, am I in hell?’ I thought. The voice drew closer to me and kept calling my name. I then realized that my husband was back home. He saw what I had done, and he was in a panic for a second. He then he sat down next to me, smiling. I guessed he was happy. He was calling me names, and he was calling me stupid and a no good for nothing piece of trash.

“You never thanked me for everything I did for you,” Austin said. “I made you a somebody, but look at you now. You’re still as pathetic as the day I met you. I can remember the day like it was yesterday. You were coming from Checkers, talking to your friend and telling her about your plans to go to KF. She mentioned your name, and I never forgot it. I followed you and you could not even tell I was behind you. I then greeted you and you ignored me, so I kept following you until we reached KFC. Only then did you take the time to acknowledge my presence. For the first time in my life, I had to work that hard to get a girl to notice me.

“I knew if I complimented you, you would love me after that,” he continued. “I made it my mission to destroy you like how you destroyed me. Years later, I still had the hatred and I still needed you to pay, but you were just too happy. Until the first beating, nothing I did made you miserable. Oh, I can just imagine it now. I was very proud of myself, I saw a piece of you die that day, and I knew I had hit the jackpot. Thank you for the wonderful kids you gave me, they are truly beautiful. I had promised myself that, if I had a child that looked exactly like you, I would kill that child with my bare hands. Fortunately, my kids look nothing like you.

“I know you’ve not spoken to anyone from your family in a long time, so let me give you an update,” Austin continued. “Your parents died in a car crash two years ago. If only they minded their own business, they would still be alive. Yes, I staged their death. I was tired of them always coming here, trying to force themselves into our lives. Now, I know I told you they didn’t care about you and that’s why they don’t bother us anymore, but the truth is that I could not let you go to their funeral with the risk of you getting back in touch with your other family members.”

While Austin was speaking, tears were rolling down my cheeks. I thought he could not hurt me anymore, but the worst had just happen. The bastard had killed my parents and did not even allow me to say goodbye, and I did not even know how I destroyed him like he claims I did.

While I was thinking, Austin continued speaking. “I really did love you,” he said, “but my hatred was too much to overcome. I’m so glad you finally gave up because now we will live happily without you. My kids will hate you as much as I hate you, I will make that my new mission”

That was the last thing I heard.

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