At eight months pregnant, my
husband asked me to serve his first
love
Chapter 1
Eight months pregnant, and Mark wanted me
to take care of his ex, Tiffany, after her
abortion. Seriously?
She spilled chicken soup on her leg and
screamed that I did it on purpose. Said I
burned her.
Mark had his buddies tie me up and stuff me
in the industrial steamer in the employee
cafeteria, like I deserved to feel her pain.
Unreal.
“You think you can get away with hurting
Tiffany just ‘cause you’re carrying my kid?
You need to learn a lesson, Sarah!”
I begged him, my voice cracking, to think
about the baby. To think about our kid’s life. I
promised I wouldn’t argue with Tiffany
anymore. Anything.
He just scoffed. “Spare me the crocodile
tears. I did my research. A little stress before
birth? Makes the baby stronger.” What a
freaking psycho.
“Don’t worry, I’m not divorcing you. I’m just
gonna make you pay a thousand times over
for what you did to Tiffany!”
He cranked the heat up full blast to scare me.
I’d never been so terrified.
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Fear triggered contractions. I felt the baby
coming, heard its tiny cry. My baby was born.
I begged them to take my baby out. But Mark thought I was faking it, so he ordered them to
chain the steamer shut. Like I was some kind
of animal.
“No one lets her out until I say so.” He was
completely out of his mind.
That night, while he spoon–fed Tiffany dinner,
he frowned. “Sarah still hasn’t apologized?
How’s Tiffany supposed to get better if
Sarah’s being stubborn?” What a sick joke.
“Tell her I’ll give her one chance. If she gets
on her knees and begs Tiffany for
forgiveness, and cooks Tiffany a week’s worth
of meals, I’ll let her go to the hospital to
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His goons looked like they’d seen a ghost.
Nobody said a word. No one wanted to be the
messenger.
“Mr. Miller… Mrs. Miller… she’s not doing well.
She hasn’t screamed in an hour. We’re calling
out to her, but she isn’t responding.”
“Relax, I know her better than you do. She’s just playing the victim. She realized the baby
act isn’t working, so now she’s faking her
death. She won’t learn her lesson until she’s
truly suffered, until she has paid for what she
did to my Tiffany.”
His goon wiped sweat from his brow, face pale. “But we really did hear a baby crying in
and then
く
there. Just for a few seconds, and then
nothing.”
“Probably Sarah faking it.” Mark waved his
hand dismissively. “Look, these appliances
are smart. They shut off automatically if
someone’s inside. She’s just being steamed
for a little while. She’s not that fragile.”
The goon shut his mouth, face white. He left
the room, fear etched on his face.
Mark had dinner brought into the master
bedroom.
In the master bedroom — my bedroom, the
one I shared with Mark – Tiffany was
lounging in my pajamas, scrolling through her
phone and giggling.
“What’s so funny, Tiffany?”
Mark, relieved she wasn’t crying anymore,
sauntered over and cradled the back of her
head, pouring chicken soup into her mouth,
like she was a baby bird. “You need to take
care of yourself so that I won’t be worried.”
Tiffany gave a nervous little laugh, then
wrapped her arms around him, tears welling
- up. “My besties are telling me to leave you.
But I can’t forget how good you’ve always
been to me. That’s why I laughed like an
idiot.”
“Mark, it’s my fault I couldn’t control my
feelings for you. When you were drugged that
one time, I wanted to give myself to you and
leave quietly with our baby, never to bother
your happiness again, but….‘
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She choked up. “But the baby’s gone. If I lose
you too, I won’t be able to live on.”
“I know I’m selfish, waah. So, I’ll accept any
punishment Sarah gives me. Being burned
just hurts a little. I’d let her stab me with a
knife! As long as I don’t have to leave you!”
Mark’s heart shattered into pieces at her
words. He held her tight, gently blowing on a
little mark, barely bigger than a fingernail, on
her thigh. “Tiffany, you’re too good. That
witch Sarah only dares to treat you this way
because you love me so desperately. You
have no idea how much it hurts me to see you
cry.”
