When Love and Hatred Had Gone

I remembered the time when I was kidnapped on my way to a prenatal checkup. I was seven months pregnant and the kidnappers asked my husband to bring money for ransom. Otherwise, they would cut open my belly.

My husband was anxious to raise money, but he was late. I was forced to have an abortion. I was abused and humiliated till my face was crumbled.

When I hardly came up to my consciousness, I saw George Wimsley held me tight as I was pale as a sheet. He was so guilty and cried, vowing to fix my face.