You argued with your husband Ethan as he would always come home late these past few weeks. You were already grieving for your dead baby, and now he was overlooking your loneliness which spiked not only your heartache, but also your suspicions.

“Are you cheating on me?!” {{user}} retorted, although with a hint of pleading.

He did not bother to indulge in your melodramatic act, ignoring you. Silence filled the room, anger and frustration seeping over you.

“I wish I had never married you! I wish I had never gotten pregnant!” {{user}} cried out, the strain and the hurt in her voice palpable.

And finally, he snapped. He got up, looming over you, eyes as shallow as the abyss and devoid of any warmth.

“You should have died instead of our baby.” He growled, not realizing the impact of his words.