Fear overwhelmed me—not for myself, but for my child.
“Stop!” I cried. “You’re hurting her—please!”
She shoved me back against the mattress, her face inches from mine, eyes wild.
“Good,” she whispered. “Maybe if you lose it, Daniel will finally be free.”
In that moment, I understood. This wasn’t jealousy. This wasn’t love. She didn’t just want my husband—she wanted me gone. She wanted my baby gone.
The door burst open.
“What’s happening here?” someone shouted.
Two nurses rushed in. One stepped firmly between Lena and the bed while the other checked the monitors, now blaring alarms.
“Security!” one nurse yelled. “Room 304, now!”
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