My Husband Married Me to Steal My Soul

Ever since I got pregnant, it was like a starving ghost had moved into my belly.

I could pack away enough for seven or eight people in a single sitting, and still I needed to snack around the clock.

If I didn't, the hunger would drive me half-mad, and my stomach would cramp up in sharp, twisting waves.

And yet, eating like that, I kept dropping weight anyway — and every checkup came back normal.

To keep my strength up, my mother-in-law was up before dawn and busy till late, cooking me a different nourishing meal every day.