From Love to Ashes—My Husband’s Darkest Sin

When I was eight months pregnant, someone pushed me off the second floor. I crashed to the ground, pain searing through me as blood pooled around my body.

In a frenzy, my husband, Samuel, rushed me to the hospital and called in top-tier specialists for surgery. Fortunately, they managed to save the baby.

However, when I woke up, neither the baby nor Samuel was by my side.

I struggled to get up, limping and searching everywhere. It wasn’t until I reached the morgue that I overheard a conversation between Samuel and the doctor.