My Husband Killed Our Baby

After seven years of marriage, I was finally pregnant.

I excitedly told my husband, Damien Cross.

His hand froze mid-air, cigarette between his fingers. Then he let out a cold laugh.

"Elena Rivers, how many times are you going to play this disgusting trick? Even if you really are pregnant, a vicious woman like you doesn't deserve to carry my child. Go to the hospital tomorrow and get rid of it."

Three years ago, he was a helpless patient who had lost his sight in a car accident. I dragged him out of a burning building, my voice hoarse from smoke inhalation.