My Husband Locked Me in the Trunk to Die While I Was in Labor

After Liam and I got married, he treated me like a queen, envied by everyone.

Anything I wanted, he'd go to any lengths, even promise to pluck the stars from the sky for me.

But when my water broke, in my desperate scramble to dial 911, my shaking hands accidentally swiped away an incoming call. It was Chloe, Liam's best friend since childhood, calling from the airport.

The slap cracked through the room. First time he'd ever hit me. His eyes held a rage I'd never seen.

"I'd give you my last breath," he snarled, "so why can't you give me a little trust?"