The next few minutes were a blur of blood and agony. The intruder found me, his knife flashing in the dim light. His eyes gleamed with sick delight as he slashed my body over and over. More than 200 stabs later, my face was mangled beyond recognition, my breath shallow, clinging to life for the sake of the baby I carried.
But my strength gave out. By the time I reached the hospital, I was teetering on the edge of death. As fate would have it, my husband was the attending surgeon, the one who could save me. But Daniel… He delayed. Delayed because Sophia Reed, his childhood sweetheart, demanded his attention.
I bled out, my child and I lost to the world as the 210th stab sent me spiraling into oblivion. My soul, unable to endure the searing pain, ripped itself free from my broken body.
Hovering above, I looked down at the lifeless shell I once called home. The man who had butchered me crouched beside my bloodied corpse, lifting my mutilated face with callous amusement. “Dead already?” he scoffed. “What a bore.”