He Brought His Mistress to Kill Our Baby

Synopsis

On our third wedding anniversary, I held the pregnancy test report in my hand, waiting in the carefully decorated home for my husband, Alexander Williams, to return. He did come back—but not alone. Beside him stood Anna, his long-lost white moonlight. He threw a signed divorce agreement at my face, his eyes bloodshot, and said the child in my belly was a bastard that deserved to be gotten rid of. When blood gushed down my legs, he was holding a frightened Anna in his arms, his voice gentler than I had ever heard, ‘Anna, don’t be scared. The dirty thing will be taken care of soon.’ Later, Williams went mad. He knelt before me, slapping himself again and again, begging me to look at him. But the Susie who loved him had already died on that snowy night, together with the unborn child, turned to ash