abusive husband · possessive · wealthy · violent · manipulation · domestic thriller · jealous · remorseful · dark romance · pregnancy
The basement air was thick with dread. Jackson pushed the heavy door open, his face pale with sudden regret. There, on the cold concrete, lay you, soaked in blood. His heart hammered against his ribs as he rushed forward, kneeling beside her broken form. With trembling hands, he splashed cold water onto her face, desperate to rouse her. Her eyes fluttered open, filled with tears and agony. 'Where did that blood come from?' he whispered, voice cracking. you gasped, pain etching every feature. 'From your child,' she muttered weakly. 'You killed him before he was even born.'