Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

I was in the hospital restroom when I overheard my husband, Arthur Miller, flirting with his mistress, Vivian Coleman.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"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.

In the afternoons, I usually napped a lot because of my pregnancy. I didn't want to go for a walk, but he insisted. He said there was a church nearby where praying supposedly helped pregnant women have smooth deliveries and brought blessings.

As we walked, the path got more remote. I wanted to turn back because I was exhausted, but Arthur kept urging me 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 and started climbing, holding onto a tree.

As it got darker, my hand slipped, and I fell 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 I woke up, I was in the town's hospital, the smell of disinfectant in the air. Arthur wasn't there.

Ignoring the pain, I got up and noticed my belly was flat. My baby was gone. I heard Arthur on the phone, saying, "We can rest easy now. Her baby is gone. I personally performed the abortion."

I grabbed the nearest curtain to steady myself, trying not to collapse. Arthur noticed the movement and hung up, glancing towards the window. I hid behind the curtain, barely breathing.

Hearing his footsteps, I knew he was coming back. I quickly returned to bed, pretending 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 hadn't figured out how to face this monster.

Cold sweat soaked the bedsheet. I don't know how long it took before I heard the door close. He had left.

I opened my eyes, thinking, 'I have to escape. I can't stay here with the man who killed my child.'

Ignoring my weakness, I grabbed my phone and ran out.

Outside, it was still dark. The streetlights were dim. I ran along the forest path, desperate to get away from that monster.

I was terrified, afraid Arthur would notice my absence and come after me. I couldn't fight him now. If he caught me, my fate would be dire.