I posted a photo of myself, six months pregnant, on Instagram. When Kieran saw it, the color drained from his face. Before long, he had me locked away in a private psychiatric clinic. All because that photo sent Carla into another spiral of depression. Carla has MRKH syndrome. No uterus. Can’t have children. And to make her feel better, Kieran decided to give me, his six-month-pregnant wife, 101 rounds of electroshock. I begged him to spare my baby. He didn't even flinch. After the first hundred shocks, chunks of my skin were dead. Bone showing. For the 101st shock, Kieran personally placed the electrodes on my stomach. He stared down at my belly, his voice cold as ice. “Everyone knows Carla can't have children.” “But you just had to post that photo, didn't you? Triggered her relapse.” “I’ve been too lenient with you. That’s why you’ve gotten so bold.” “Now, you’re going to feel the same pain she does during one of her episodes.” The high......
