My Husband Murdered Our Unborn Baby

Alexandra Marsh's POV:

"Mr. Gardner, we need your decision! Your wife is critical!" The doctor's voice cut through my foggy consciousness like a knife — distant, muffled.

Easton stood there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He didn't move. He didn't speak. His face was as cold as stone. The ER staff swarmed around my bed in a frenzy.

Colette tugged at his arm. "Easton, aren't you going to say something? They're talking about your wife." Her voice was fragile as tissue paper, sounding as if she actually cared. But it was all an act.

Easton shook off her hand. "She's faking it again. Every time she wants something, this is her move. It's her go-to attention-seeking trick. Don't fall for it." He looked at the doctor. "She's not that sick. She's lying."

"Mr. Gardner, this is not a game!" Kim Smith, the officer, stepped between Easton and the medical team. "This woman is fighting for her life — and your child's life."

A nurse rushed to the doctor. "Her blood pressure is plummeting!"

The doctor turned to Easton, his tone grave. "Mr. Gardner, your wife is suffering from severe pregnancy-induced hypertension with massive hemorrhaging. She needs an emergency C-section and a blood transfusion. Without your consent, due to insurance restrictions, we cannot proceed with the surgery."

Easton snorted. "Pregnancy hypertension? Hemorrhaging? What kind of medical scare tactics are these? Trying to frighten me into paying? She's pregnant. Women get sick during pregnancy. It's normal."

"This is NOT normal, Mr. Gardner," the doctor shot back, holding up a medical report. "Her hemoglobin levels are dangerously low. Her blood work is catastrophic. And the baby's heart rate is dropping."

"Lies!" Easton roared, snatching the report and crumpling it into a ball. "She's putting on a performance! She just wants me to pay these outrageous bills. She's always like this — trying to drain my accounts."

"She's dying, Mr. Gardner!" The doctor's voice rose in anger. "Do you understand? Both she and your child could die!"

Easton threw the crumpled report to the floor. "She brought this on herself! Always exaggerating, always spending money like water. If she hadn't tried to steal from me, she wouldn't be in this mess."

Colette stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Easton's arm. "Easton, calm down. Maybe she really does need some treatment. After all, she is pregnant. But these costs are astronomical. And her insurance… I just don't understand why she downgraded it. Didn't you always tell her to keep the best coverage?" Her gaze flicked to me, a flash of triumph in her eyes.

Easton glared at Colette and shook off her hand. "Don't be naive, Colette. She knows exactly what she's doing. This was all planned. She thought she could use this baby to force my hand. Well, not a chance!" He looked at the doctor, then at me. "I refuse to authorize any surgery. Not unless she signs the postnuptial agreement. It clearly states she gets nothing, and she must assume all of Colette's debts."

"Mr. Gardner, this is criminal negligence!" Kim Smith said angrily, stepping forward. "You are deliberately withholding life-saving medical care from your wife and unborn child!"

"Criminal negligence?" Easton laughed. "I'm protecting my property and my future. She tried to steal from me — she's a thief. Why should I pay for a thief's medical bills?" He pulled out his phone. "I'm calling my lawyer. If any of you so much as touches her without my consent, I'll sue this hospital into the ground. I'll take this to the media, and every single one of you will be ruined."

He looked at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Alexandra, what little trick did you think you could pull? Did you think you could use this baby against me? You're nothing. You'll die here, and it'll be all your own fault."

A tearing pain ripped through my abdomen. I gasped. "Easton," I breathed, my voice so faint it was almost inaudible. "I want a divorce."

He laughed again. "Divorce? You think you have a choice? You have nothing. You're worthless."

"I'll sign the agreement giving up all property," I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "I don't want anything. Just let me have the surgery. Save our baby."

Something flickered in his eyes. "Nothing? You think that's enough? You'll pay for humiliating me in public. I'll make sure you're prosecuted for theft. You'll lose everything — including any rights to this child."

Colette stepped closer, her voice sickly sweet and utterly false. "Alexandra, dear, Easton just cares so much about his money. You know how he is. Why not just sign? It's what's best for everyone." She reached for my hand.

I used the last of my strength to push her away. Her touch felt like poison — revolting.

A rush of heat flooded from beneath me. The air grew thick with the metallic scent of blood. My vision went black.

"She's hemorrhaging again!" a nurse screamed. "Code blue! She's crashing!"