Stolen Heir: My Husband Tried to Kill Me for His Mistress

The contractions felt like a rusty saw dragging back and forth across my lower abdomen.

Every breath I took tasted of thick, metallic blood.

I was lying in the delivery room of Vance Private Hospital.

Cold sweat had long soaked through my thin hospital gown.

Outside the door, I heard the nurses whispering in hushed tones.

"The guy in the VIP suite is out of his mind. He's actually forcing his wife, who's in active labor, to hold it in."

"Hold it in? How do you even do that?"