My Husband’s Mistress Took My Child, I Took Her Life

When the picture of Carlos Phillips’s kidnapping arrived, I ran out, eight months pregnant, holding a knife. By the time I reached the last door, I was covered in blood and holding my belly. I heard laughter inside.

“The bet ended in ten minutes. Do you really think Hannah could make it here with that bump?”

“Or make this sister kneel to me and we’ll forget the wine-throwing.”

“If anything happened to the baby in Hannah’s womb, I’d take the blame.”

Then Carlos’s cold voice cut in. “What? Afraid of losing?”