He Made Me Give Birth to Our Child in the Sky

My husband's first love had a breakdown and threw herself from a rooftop.

In a fit of rage, he dragged me, eight months pregnant, to an abandoned carnival on the edge of Family territory and bound me to the seat of a drop tower ride. His soldiers stood by, faces blank as stone, as they lashed my wrists and ankles to the cold metal.

"If you hadn't provoked Bianca, would she have broken and jumped?"

Terrified of heights, I clutched at the restraints, my swollen belly making it hard to breathe.