Ethan raised his hand higher, his eyes burning with a terrifying promise of more pain. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact, realizing with terrifying clarity that the car accident might not be what killed me. My husband was going to finish the job. But then, the door burst open. A nurse and a security guard rushed in, their faces a mixture of shock and determination. “What is going on here?” the nurse demanded, stepping between us. The guard grabbed Ethan by the arm, dragging him toward the exit. As he was hauled away, he hissed, “You will regret this, Nancy. This is not over.”
After a severe car accident, I was rushed to the hospital. My husband barged into the room, raging. “Enough with the theatrics!” he shouted. “Get out of that bed—I’m not wasting my money on this!” He grabbed me, trying to drag me off the mattress. When I struggled, he slammed both fists into my stomach. What happened next was beyond anything I could’ve imagined…
