I was eight months pregnant when I was kidnapped. The kidnappers performed a live-streamed C-section on me, just to force my husband to show himself.
Everyone watching online was helping me find my husband.
But they had no idea that my billionaire husband was on his honeymoon with the woman he loved.
At that moment, they were cuddling on the beach, basking in the sun.
Their fingers swiped past the livestream, lingering for a few seconds.
They cursed it as “gory and violent,” then swiped away.
Only when my baby was brutally cut from my womb did I finally get connected to my husband.
But he sneered, “Stop pretending. If you die, I'll come collect the bodies of you and the baby.”
My child and I died in despair. I only hoped he wouldn't regret it and weep, staining our path to reincarnation.
