Six Months Pregnant: My Fiancé Buried Me

Six months pregnant, my heart swelled with love and dreams for the future.

Jack, the ambitious game developer, was my world, and our baby, a girl, was going to complete our picture-perfect life.

I poured everything into supporting him, my art echoing the passion in his studio plans.

But then a phone call changed everything.

Sophia, a ghost from Jack’s past, painted a venomous lie on the tiny phone screen, accusing me of sabotaging her stream, fueled by 'jealousy'.

Jack, my Jack, turned on me instantly, his eyes colder than the Chicago wind outside our window.