The Day My Husband Became My Killer

Gareth continued reading what I'd written.

"When Jillian announced that she was pregnant, I knew she was lying, but I couldn't tell Gareth that. He wouldn't believe me. Jillian fell down the stairs and used a bag of blood to fake a miscarriage. Then, she falsely accused me of being responsible for her accident.

"Gareth refused to believe me then. His expression was cold and unrecognizable as he accused me of pushing Jillian down the stairs out of jealousy because she carried his child. He asked me how I could be so vicious.

"I had no way to defend myself, so he had me locked in the car. In the summer heat, the car felt like an oven. All of the moisture in my body was sucked out of me. I kept banging on the window, begging for him to let me out, but he simply stared icily at me.

"I spent an entire afternoon in the sweltering car. I fainted at some point, and I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious. But when I saw the blood flowing out beneath me, I finally knew I'd lost a child, too."

An even more harrowing memory followed what I'd just written.

"Gareth ignored me for six whole months until that fateful winter day when he entered my room. Thinking that he'd learned of the truth and had come to apologize, I was filled with joy. However, the first thing out of his mouth was a demand that I give birth to a child for Jillian.

"He said it was only fair since I'd made Jillian lose a child. Just the mention of that incident from half a year ago filled his eyes with detest. He also said he wouldn't even be willing to touch me if not to give Jillian a child. And for that, I should be grateful.

"We had sex that night, but I couldn't feel a shred of happiness. Instead, my heart was filled with a bitter ache. Nine months later, I gave Jillian the child that I'd carried with great difficulty.

"That was when I inadvertently stumbled across her secret. She used my newborn child to threaten me into silence. I promised her I'd do it in exchange for ensuring that my child lived a blissful life.

"Although she pretended to agree to my condition, I received word of my child's death a month later. His body had been abandoned in the wilderness, covered in nothing but a floor mat. She claimed his death had been an accident.

"I felt as though my heart had been ripped into pieces. I carefully buried my child in a small pit and apologized to him. It was all my fault. I'd failed him."

At this point, my handwriting had gotten rather shaky. It was obvious just how much pain and grief I was in as I wrote this letter.

Gareth's fingers paled as they clenched the letter. He instinctively asked Jillian, "What secret is she talking about?"

Smiling coyly, Jillian replied, "What secret could I possibly have? That bitch is just rambling out of jealousy."

Gareth's expression hardened again.

"Let me see what other lies she can spin."