Beyond Broken: Finding Her Peace

ning for a child, shattered in an instant. Michael, my husband, promised it was a mistake, a drunken night he barely remembered. He knelt,

t suburb, holding a child with his dark hair and blue eyes, another clinging to his leg. Standing beside him, heavily p

a child, Chloe would come home, posing as a nanny. My hand instinctively went to my purse, clutching the pregnancy test I' d

. I stumbled, fell, and felt a warm wetness spread beneath me. Blood. "Michael," I choked, "the baby...our baby...please, help me." He sneere

came when Chloe staged another fall, crying I' d hit her. Michael, already enraged, punched me in the stomach. An explosion of pain, and then, the last bi