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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......

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......

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......

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......

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......

My husband, Julian, was watching me die. I was in the throes of anaphylactic shock in our greenhouse, my throat swelling until I could barely draw a breath. I managed to ask him for my EpiPen. He took a call, grabbed my emergency kit, and headed for the door. “Julian, wait! That’s my medicine!” He glanced back at me, his eyes cold and urgent. “Brianna’s in labor. I have to get her to the hospital.” I clung to the workbench, my breathing a ragged, rasping sound. “What about me? I’m going to die!” He slipped my phone and the satellite phone from the workbench into his pocket. “Stop being so dramatic, Elara. Did you really have to pick this exact moment to make a scene?” “Stay here at the estate. I’ll be back for you.” … The glass door of the greenhouse slammed shut. I dragged my weakening body toward it and twisted the handle like a madwoman. It was locked. He’d used an app on his phone to lock down the entire estate’s security system......

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......

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......