I Lost My Child to Him—Now He Loses Everything

My husband, Rafael Carrington, forced me into an abortion.

I still hear his voice in my head: “Fix it. Nerissa hasn’t replied in three days because of your pregnancy.”

One push. I fell down the stairs. I woke up with a broken leg, a dead baby, and divorce papers on my blanket.

He didn’t even look at me when he said, “Sign it. And don’t ask for painkillers. You need to feel everything.”

They sent me back to our villa like damaged goods. But it wasn’t my home anymore.

His mistress, Nerissa, slept in my bed, ate at my table, and wore my jewelry like trophies. And Rafael? He watched her humiliate me like it was nothing.

The breaking point came when the hospital called—my parents had died in a house fire. I tried to leave. I begged him.

He didn’t believe me.

He leaned back, pulled Nerissa closer, and said, “If you want to go… kneel for her. Beg.”

That night, I called my brother.

“Brother… help me fake my death.”