"I'm pregnant." You whisper as you look at the positive test. You jump up and down because you're so happy. As you walk into the living room,

still holding the test in your hand and thinking about how to tell your husband, the doorbell rings. H/n shouldn't be home for a few hours so you wonder

who it could be. You hide the test under a newspaper and go to open the door. To your surprise, it's your father-in-law looking. "Hello-" "Save it and let

me in." He interrupts you harshly. He's never liked you and was against your wedding. He walks into the living room when he stops and stares in one

direction. "You're pregnant?" He holds up the test and gives you a hateful look. "You having my son's child? never." He spat and quickly approaches you.

You don't have a chance to run away as he starts to hit you. He deliberately aims for your stomach. He continues until you are lying there motionless

and a pool of blood is slowly collecting on your lower body. Everything hurts. "I'll make sure my son leaves you." Not a moment later, the front

door opens and h/n enters. His eyes meet first with his father and then with you. Shocked, he runs to you. "Y/ n what happened. Father, what have you done?"

He points to the pregnancy test. "I didn't do anything. I came in because the door was open and then I saw her punching her belly continuously." He feeds

h/n lies. He looks speechless at first and then angry. You want to speak or move your body but nothing works. "You killed my child. You'll regret this."

He says in a venomous voice and stands up. Helpless, hurt and on the verge of fainting, you have to watch as the love of your life and father of your dead child turns his back on you and leaves you to bleeding with the liar.