I went to the hospital after swallowing pills, only to find out I was pregnant. My world came crashing down. The fear that I had harmed my baby was overwhelming, but the thought of carrying a constant reminder of this hell was even more crushing. Despite the pain, I knew I would love this child as fiercely as I loved Ryan.
The doctor who tended to me assured me that the baby wasn’t harmed, and she confirmed that I was already three months along and able to determine the baby's s*x. She lied to the rich guy, telling him I had severe anemia, which was why I was so ill. Ricky was not thrilled about the pregnancy, and when I tried to escape, he threatened to kill me and the baby if I attempted it again.
Years passed in this torment. Reign’s birth was easier than Ryan’s. It was a natural deli
