I Ended Our Baby, Ended Him

. He declared his love for her, telling her they finally had "their own family." But the real horror was still to come: I

ered when Aiden, my husband, rushed past me in the operating room to embrace Debbra May, my pati

ly, replaced my prenatal vitamins with a drug to deform our unborn child. H

rrifying calm, I walked out of the OR and told my best friend, "Book an appointment for me,

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st through the OR doors,

ection, my patient's uterus open on the table. Aiden stood in the doorway, hair

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mask and cap, grabbed my patient's

, you did it.

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amed down his face. "I love you, D

That was the voic

five months pregnant with our first child. The hospital corridors were a jarring mi

g lives on Christmas Eve, carrying one of your own. You an

d smile had t

meticulously peeling shrimp for me, his touch gentle. When my uncle o

said. "No alcohol for either

dled now, pois

woman whose baby I had just delivered, whose

y husband's mistre

rsery at home? He

counter? He'd laced them with a dru

month. Every morning, he had

e needle driver into the metal tray.

my best friend in the hallway, and said the wor

r me, Chloe. I want to