My Husband Traded Our Baby for a Dare

When I was eighteen, Leo and I had our first time in a shabby motel room.

Back then, he was driven by a wild, untamed passion, leaving me so swept away that I lost all sense of direction in the rush of first love.

But when I was twenty-five, he sent me into the abortion clinic himself, all because of a Truth or Dare game with his female friend, Eve.

“I’m sorry, Rachel. I was playing Truth or Dare with Eve last night, and I lost the baby as a forfeit.”

“A baby can be conceived again, but a bet between guys can’t be reneged on. Just bear with it for a bit, okay?”