My Husband Fed Me Birth Control for Five Years

Two months into my pregnancy, I took the meds my husband, Adrian Fitzwilliam, had his assistant, Layla Ward, drop off to help keep the pregnancy on track.

The pain hit instantly, sharp and twisting, like my insides were being wrung out.

I was rushed to the hospital. The agony blurred my vision, my consciousness slipping in and out.

Even so, through the haze, I still heard Adrian on the phone.

His voice was cold as he confronted his secretary.

“Who told you to send abortion pills?” he demanded. “Didn’t I tell you not to make decisions on your own?”