Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

OLIVIA

NINE MONTHS LATER

Prison had been hard, not just because I was pregnant but because of how I was treated. But I was grateful for one thing—Ethan kept his word. The guard he’d bribed continued to bring me vitamins and took care of me as promised.

But when he wasn’t around, the others would conveniently “forget” to feed me. There were days I was so hungry that my stomach ached. One day, I yelled until someone finally came. But instead of food, I got a beating.

They beat me so badly that I had a black eye and bruises all over my arms and legs. But through it all, I protected my baby. Even after the beating, they didn’t give me any food. From that day on, I learned to stay quiet when that officer wasn’t around.

I rationed my food, eating small portions and saving some in case I didn’t get any the next day. I was skin and bones, and I worried about my baby. Was he getting enough nutrients? Would he be born healthy?

The thought of my baby suffering only made my resentment for Nick grow. I hated him more with each passing day.

My belly was huge now, heavy. Today, I woke up feeling uncomfortable and exhausted. I didn’t touch my breakfast when the guard brought it. A dull pain throbbed in my back, coming and going. Every time it hit, I froze, holding my breath until it passed. I thought I might be in labor, but my water hadn’t broken.

was wrong. Impatiently, I waited for lunch, hoping to ask the guard to contact Ethan

and out of sleep. The pain kept getting stronger, more frequent. On several occasions, I bit my bottom lip to prevent from screaming. Finally, the cell door opened. I was leaning against the wall, breathing through the

Suddenly, my water broke.

He dropped

gripped the bars, pulling on them so hard I thought they might

came back, panting.

I

keep the baby in. I don’t know what

had no idea that once the baby decided to come, there was no stopping him. But I hoped he would

me lying on my back and feeling the baby coming, the cell door opened once again. “Olivia! I’m here.

quick look and said, “She won’t make it to the infirmary. The baby’s

Nick hit a new level. My baby was going to be born in a filthy cell all because Nick believed some woman he barely knew over me. He had