My Husband Watched His Lover Kill Our Baby Novel – I was still bleeding out, my body wrecked from childbirth, when they wheeled me from the emergency room straight into a nightmare. The first thing I saw was my husband’s assistant, Chloe, lifting my newborn into the air, and slamming him onto the hard hospital floor. A sickening thud. Then, silence. No cry. No whimper.
My husband, Christopher, stood there, motionless and detached, as if he were watching a scene from some dull film. He reached back and locked the door to the hospital room. I tried to rise, to run, but my body was all pain and weakness. Chloe glared down at the baby, her face twisted with rage. “You deserve to die!” she screamed. Then she bent, picked up my child, his limbs limp, and fixed those eyes on me.
Her eyes. The ones everyone said looked just like mine. “This is what you owe me,” she hissed, cold and deliberate. “This child deserved to die.” He wasn’t breathing. I knew it before my mind could form the thought. I tumbled from the bed, my stitches tearing, my body screaming, and crawled to where he lay. I gathered his small, cooling body into my arms. A wail tore from my throat, primal and broken. “The police! I’m calling the police!” My fingers fumbled for the phone on the bedside table.
Christopher was on me in an instant. He didn’t push me. He just slapped the phone from my hand, sending it clattering under a chair. “Don’t,” he said, his voice low and frighteningly calm. “We owe her this.” … He leaned down, held me, kissed my tear-streaked face, and looked at the tiny newborn in my arms with chilling calm. “This is all on me,” he began, his voice thick with a performative guilt. “When you were away… God, I was so lost. Chloe was just… there. She was a stand-in.
For you.” “She ended up pregnant, probably thought it would tie me down. But then you came back… and I had to make her get rid of it.” “So this child is what you owe her.” “What we both owe her.” Chloe stood not far away, wiping her hands meticulously with a wet wipe. She wiped them over and over, then tossed the used wipe into the trash. “Lillian Reed, being your stand-in was the most disgusting thing in my life.
You and Christopher will owe me for the rest of your lives.” Christopher said nothing, just kept pressing down on my hand, stopping me from dialing. He held me down firmly, forcing me to watch as Chloe walked right past me and out of the room. The moment the door closed, Christopher grabbed my hand tightly. “Let her go, okay?” “You have me, isn’t that enough? It was just a baby. We can have more later.” “When the time comes, just say you were weak after childbirth and dropped the baby…” I stared into his eyes.
He showed not a flicker of emotion, as if the child in my arms was just a disposable toy. The baby looked so much like him. Yet he didn’t even glance at it. He just wrapped it in a cloth and tried to take it from my arms. “You have to understand, Chloe has been through so much because of that procedure. It left her… unable to ever have children. So seeing you now, with a healthy baby… can you blame her for what she did?” “Lillian, if you want to have another, we can try now… right now.” He kissed me frantically, his hand gripping my waist. I bit his hand hard.
Just then, perhaps jostled by our struggle, the baby let out a faint, weak cough. “He’s breathing…. I heard him! He’s not gone… not gone…” I struggled free with all my might, clutching my child and rushing towards the door. Just as my fingers were about to touch the handle, Christopher knocked me out cold. As I fell, the baby slipped from my grasp. I saw my child hit the floor, a trickle of blood seeping from its mouth.
I tried to scream, but his hand clamped over my mouth until everything went black. When I woke up, the hospital room was packed with the Grant family. There was even a police officer sitting to the side, taking notes. The moment she saw I was awake, Christopher’s mother strode over and slapped me across the face. The blow left my ears ringing for what felt like ages. I couldn’t make out what anyone around me was saying until the officer approached. “Hello, Ms. Reed. We received a report from the hospital.
You are suspected of accidentally causing the death of your own child. We’d like to ask you some questions.”