No, Ex-Husband, You Already Lost Me

Four years ago, I was sold to the highest bidder at an auction, but my husband Lewis saved me. I thought he was my savior until three weeks ago, I almost died on a hijacked plane he refused to ransom.

As the gunmen struck me down, I shielded my belly with my own body while the world spun into darkness.

Days later, I woke up from a coma, and overheard Lewis talking to the doctor, about ending my unborn child, “If that thing is still inside her when I come back, you lose your hands.”

But I didn't die. I lay in the dark and overheard the truth that shattered my soul.