My Fiancé Killed Our Baby for His Cousin,Then Lost His Mind When I Disappeared

Five months pregnant, and my fiancé Jason James had arranged for the whole family to go take our wedding photos together.

I pushed open the door to the dressing room, and there was my cousin Kayla Summers, wearing the million-dollar custom gown I'd ordered half a year in advance.

Kayla lifted the hem of the skirt and gave a sweet little laugh.

"Cousin, I've got a blind date next month. Let me borrow some of your good luck and try being a bride first."

Jason adjusted her veil, all indulgence.