Stolen Womb, Stolen Life

Seven years. My marriage to Matthew Lester, the golden boy of Texas high society, was outwardly perfect.

I was even pregnant, finally giving his ecstatic parents the grandchild they longed for. I told myself I was happy.

Then, his phone lit up with a text from Nicole Lawrence, my high school rival. "Did you tell her yet?" the message read.

My blood ran cold as I scrolled up and saw Matthew's reply, "Not yet. Let her enjoy the pregnancy for a little while." Nicole' s next message ripped the air from my lungs: "It's my pregnancy too, Matt. My baby. I want to be the one to feel it kick."