Pregnant and Locked Up: My Husband's Sauna From Hell

I looked at Timothy as he raged at me while defending Natalie. For a moment, I couldn't even tell whose husband he was supposed to be.

We'd shared a bed for three years. Why would he believe another woman's one-sided story over mine?

I felt something inside me break.

"You should be thanking Natalie that you even got to marry me. If you didn't look somewhat like her, do you think I would have married you?"

My face went deathly pale.

When I first married Timothy, everyone in the city's elite circles said he was madly in love with me. He built quite a reputation as a devoted husband.

I thought I was the princess deeply loved by her prince in a fairy tale. I imagined countless times what our happy family of three would look like after the baby was born.

But today, I finally understood. In Timothy's heart, I was nothing more than someone else's replacement. The person he loved had always been Natalie.

He just suffered in silence because she married Caleb first and had suppressed his feelings all this time. All the physical agony I felt couldn't match the devastation of those words.

"Tim, my stomach hurts so much. Can you take me somewhere to rest?"

Natalie, nestled in Timothy's arms, suddenly clutched her belly with a pained expression. Timothy's face filled with panic.

He immediately swept Natalie into his arms and left the sauna room. As I lay on the floor, barely clinging to life, all hope drained from me. After seeing Timothy's true nature, I completely lost the will to survive.

The sauna's temperature kept climbing, practically roasting me alive. Suddenly, the baby kicked hard from inside my belly, making me jolt.

The baby. I still had my baby.

If Timothy hadn't dragged me away from the hospital delivery room, our child would have been born by now. Neither my baby nor I had done anything wrong. My child shouldn't have to suffer like this!

I cradled my pregnant belly with both hands and endured the burning floor as I crawled toward the door. With blood-soaked hands, I pounded on it.

"Help! My baby's about to be born! Please, I'm begging you, help me get to the hospital…"

Every time my hand hit the scalding metal door, it made a sizzling sound and smoke rose from my skin. My hands became raw and mangled before someone finally responded from outside in an irritated voice.

"Quit making noise! Mr. Langford already took Ms. Thornton upstairs to rest. If you disturb them, he'll kill you!

"He had your birth canal sewn shut and locked you in the sauna to stop you from giving birth. Stop trying to make your son the family's eldest grandson!"