My Husband Threw Me into a Bear Den to Please His Lover Novel – During a wilderness survival experience, my husband and I got separated from the group and encountered a ravenous grizzly bear. To save him, I—eight months pregnant—slashed open an artery to lure the bear away. By the time the rescue team arrived, my husband was completely unharmed. But my belly had been ripped open. The fully-formed fetus inside me had been devoured. I barely survived.
Though they managed to save my life, my face was destroyed, and I was left with deep psychological scars. Not wanting to be a burden to my husband any longer, I left the hospital on crutches, ready to ask for a divorce. But I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his friend: “Stan, you were right. Phyllis really does love you to her bones. She went off alone to distract the bear. Honestly, that tranquilizer gun you brought turned out to be totally unnecessary.” “Yeah.
I just didn’t expect the rescue team to show up so fast. She actually managed to survive.” “Well, Kat’s mood has definitely improved after watching that live-action bear-mauling. Ever since she was diagnosed with depression, I haven’t seen her smile in years. But that day—she laughed harder than I’ve ever seen.” It wasn’t until that moment I realized—risking my life to save him, having my unborn baby torn apart by a wild animal—was nothing more than a sick show he staged to cheer up his precious first love.
A husband like that—an absolute monster—I never want anything to do with again. On the other end of the call, the guy kept pressing: “But seriously, you’re really not planning to get Phyllis any plastic surgery? She still doesn’t know that the top cosmetic surgery hospital in the country belongs to you, right? That huge scar on her face doesn’t make you sick to your stomach?” Stanley’s response was immediate and cold: “Nope. So what if it’s disgusting? As long as Kat enjoys looking at it, that’s all that matters.” His friend still wouldn’t let it go. “Even if you’re fine with it, the rest of us feel sick just looking at her.
And don’t forget, she ended up like this because she was trying to save you. She used to be the campus queen—now look at her. Damn.” “Enough,” Stanley cut him off. “She was always stealing Kat’s spotlight back in school. And if she hadn’t drugged me and forced me to marry her, Kat wouldn’t have fallen into depression. She wouldn’t have had to leave the country and marry someone else!” “This is what Phyllis owed Kat. I’m just collecting the debt for her.” Outside the study door, I was trembling so hard I could barely hold onto my crutch.
I looked down at my scarred hands, at the bony leg ravaged by grizzly bear, barely more than skin and bone, and despair crashed over me in waves. Every time I saw my mutilated, ruined body over the past month, I relived that nightmare— the snarling grizzly bear tearing into me, the sound of flesh being chewed, the overpowering stench of blood. It never left me. It haunted my sleep, poisoned my waking hours, gnawed away at what was left of my soul.
And yet the man I had loved with my entire being had turned my suffering into a twisted play—just to amuse another woman. To make Katherine smile, I had been cast as the sacrificial clown. I forced my body to stop shaking, and only after I was sure their conversation had ended did I raise my hand and knock on the door.