The scoundrel caused my miscarriage, and I made him pay with his life

In a dilapidated warehouse, my husband brutally cut open my abdomen to extract the fetus.

All for the sake of obtaining bone marrow from our child to save the life of the son he had with his mistress.

"Honey, I'm begging you, don't hurt the baby," I pleaded with him.

"Arina, don't be afraid. It won't hurt. Just a little while, and you'll be free,".

Just when I was on the verge of giving up all hope, the sound of approaching help reached my ears.

I felt a glimmer of joy, thinking I was finally going to escape this nightmarish hell.

But then, in an instant, there was a sharp "Puff!"