Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 1 My Husband Personally Killed Our Child

I was in the hospital restroom when I overheard my husband, Arthur Miller, flirting with his mistress, Vivian Coleman.

"Arthur, I've waited too long. You can't make me wait any longer. Hurry up and divorce her."

"Don't worry, Vivian. I won't let you down."

I struggled to keep my cool and not burst out to confront them.

A few days ago, Arthur took me on a trip to a nearby tourist town. He picked a bed and breakfast built into the hillside with beautiful scenery.

go for a walk, but he insisted. He said there was a church nearby where praying supposedly helped pregnant women have

to keep up. He walked faster and faster until I could barely see him. I could only faintly hear him telling me to hurry. There was a steep slope ahead, and I got scared. I called out to him several times but got no response. I tried to psych myself up

into the woods, feeling pain all over. I rolled down and briefly lost consciousness. My last memory was seeing faint flashlight beams and hearing voices calling out. When

flat. My baby was gone. I heard Arthur on the phone, saying, "We can rest easy now. Her baby is gone. I

curtain to steady myself, trying not to collapse. Arthur noticed the movement and hung up, glancing towards the window. I

to be unconscious. Soon, I felt him standing beside me, just staring. I could feel his intense gaze and breathing. I didn't dare move, trying to control my heart rate. I

soaked the bedsheet. I don't know how long it took before I heard the door

eyes, thinking, 'I have to escape. I can't

I grabbed my phone and ran