e signed agreement in my hand. He was shocked, but he saw the resolve in my eyes and immedia

f period," he explained. "But his signature on this

weight lift off my s

t twenty-four hours, the reliving of my death, had taken

ran some tests. She came back in

. Kramer. You're abou

the air, cold an

ffair with his then-assistant. The stress, the constant fighting, the sleepless nights-I miscarried at ten weeks

ould be born into a world where its father was a monster and its mother was c

. I remembered the pain, the blood, the emptiness. I woul

nate it," I said

"Are you sure, Kimberly?

. Only survival. "And I have a special request. I want the fetal tissue preserved

f pity and confusion. She didn't understand. She didn't n

overy room, the anesthesia wearing off, leaving a dull ac

lex is scared. She t

had just walked out on him. It was for the girl he had known for a few weeks. The hollownes

here was a grim reminder of the sacrifice I had just

n't look. I deleted the message thread,

death, but the slow, agonizing decline that led to it. I

moved in. He had insisted on throwing a lavish party for he

as our friends and business partners showered attention

ar, the keys dangling from his fingers. The same model I had told him I wanted

he new Mrs. Kramer." I had stood there, a champagne flute in my ha

r, feel the sting of humiliation. But this time, the me

ough it one more time. But this time, I wouldn't b